"I made it out," Ianto confirms. He'd been rescued, he doesn't specify, because that makes it sound a bit sad, but he'd definitely made it out. A little the worse for wear, since they'd tenderized him a bit first (their words, not his), but he'd certainly made it out.

"And the camping was..." He moves to pick at his sandwich for a moment, wincing a little himself. "I mean, it was alright. They were enjoying themselves. In a fashion." He flicks a smile at the other man." You think I complain, Owen couldn't even figure out how to put his tent together, and he -- apparently hates the smell of grass. Tosh was convinced we were going to catch hepatitis from the place we stopped to eat." His smile turns a little bitter as he looks down at his sandwich. "And Gwen thought it would be fun to play 'Who's the last person you snogged', to lighten the mood..."