"Todd," Ianto echoes, glancing down at the creature in the photograph again. "Todd the Wraith." He's not going to ask about the 'hand things', he just shakes his head and sets the photograph down next to the rest of the pile before picking up his sandwich to take another bite.
"Todd the Wraith and Janet the Weevil," he muses aloud. "You and Jack both, naming the aliens." He flicks a rueful smile at the stack of photographs, before plucking his last two out as well, setting them on the bed before him.
"You know the team," he says, indicating their camping photograph. "Gwen, Toshiko, and Owen." He gestures to the other photograph. "And Jack." And Suzie, he supposes, but he's not certain that he really wants to go over that just now. Her betrayal. Putting her in cold storage. How they'll all end up there, eventually. That's how it was supposed to work, anyway, before this place had happened.
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"Todd the Wraith and Janet the Weevil," he muses aloud. "You and Jack both, naming the aliens." He flicks a rueful smile at the stack of photographs, before plucking his last two out as well, setting them on the bed before him.
"You know the team," he says, indicating their camping photograph. "Gwen, Toshiko, and Owen." He gestures to the other photograph. "And Jack." And Suzie, he supposes, but he's not certain that he really wants to go over that just now. Her betrayal. Putting her in cold storage. How they'll all end up there, eventually. That's how it was supposed to work, anyway, before this place had happened.