Ianto glances up at John over his shoulder before back down at Yvonne in the photograph.

"She was a bit, I suppose," he replies, surprising himself. "I thought she was pretty brilliant at the time. She gave me a job. Promoted me up through the ranks to her personal assistant in only a few months' time. And she changed the whole atmosphere of Torchwood from how it used to be anyway."

"Queen Victoria didn't much care for the well-being of the nice aliens when she established the agency, you see. At least Yvonne..." Ianto makes something of a face, recalling all of the mishaps that had happened under the woman's command. How many people they'd lost. How it had all worked out, in the end. "At least she tried," he finishes, with a bit of a wince, before setting the photograph aside and reaching for his sandwich.