Ianto picked up the pace with a smile. His smile was short-lived, though, as one of his feet almost slid out from under him and he had to catch the railing hard in order not to go head-fist down the stairs. The almost-fall did not slow his pace, although he kept a hand firmly planted on the railing. "Obviously, I have to wear more practical, less dressy shoes if I want to survive any sort of training from you." The bottoms of dress shoes were a nightmare on most surfaces. Ianto made a mental note to search some out with rubber soles the next time he was out.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Ianto led them towards the exit and out of the Millennium Center onto the Plass outside. On a whim, he tapped his earpiece. "Jack?" he asked. No reply. He'd try a different angle, one that would merit a response. "Captain, are you there, sir?" He waited, looking at Akihiko beside him as he did. "He's not answering," he said after a moment. "Doesn't mean he's not there, just means he's not answering his comms."

((Aw, hang in there! I'm sorry it's been a bit boring these last couple tags, it'll be more exciting soon enough! :P; <3 I'm basically free from everything for the next two weeks, hopefully that plus closer time zones will allow us to get a bit more done than my last semester of school. *crosses fingers*))