Ianto shrugged at the memorizing comment. "I have a lot of time on my hands. Plus, I've had to face these things twice now, and it helps to be prepared against them. Supposedly we keep wiping them out completely, but then they always seem to come back because someone somewhere has made more. That's what's so irritating about them. That, and the armor is basically impenetrable. Regular guns do absolutely nothing--we need the Dalek-enhanced ones if we want to do anything right. One got into the Hub when we didn't have one upstairs, though, that's why we've moved one up to the armory."

Or at least that's what he would have said. He'd gotten up to the "regular guns do absolutely nothing" bit before the door to the archives started to make the sound of someone coding into the door. "Shit," Ianto said, emphatically, just in time for Jack to stride into the room.

"Ianto, we're going to need--..." he trailed off, raising an eyebrow at Sulu. He gave him a once over, before turning to his coworker. "Ianto, what have I told you about sneaking Asians into the Hub? Not that I mind," he said, with a smirk, "but last time it ended rather badly, if you remember."

Ianto didn't answer. Instead, he felt the need to dig himself a rather large ditch and bury himself in it at that moment. He did succeed, however, in turning a very attractive shade of crimson.