Ianto shook his head, clutching at Sulu's hand as he watched the furniture moving around of its own accord. Really, those pieces were heavy. There should absolutely be no way that the desk sliding across the floor like that was even possible, let alone with a force great enough to make it hit the wall that violently.

Ianto frantically tried to remember all the training that he'd gone through for Torchwood One. It'd been a lot more in-depth than anything Jack made the others who'd joined Torchwood Three go through. Yvonne had been nothing if not thorough, cold, heartless hag that she was. On top of psychic training, minor combat training, and all other sorts of sessions he'd had to sit through, he was pretty sure that they'd covered at least something that might be helpful in this.

"We..." Ianto called out, stepping in front of Sulu just in case his trying to talk made anything happen, trying to make his voice steady, "we're sorry to have...to have offended you! My friend here, he..." God, he felt mad, talking to thin air. "He's just not used to these sorts of things. Listen. If... If you could just unlock the door, then we'd be--!" A chill went up his whole side, the one furthest away from Sulu, and something that felt like a very cool hand pressed against his cheek, causing Ianto to cut his sentence short, his tone tilting upwards in surprise. As much as he was trying to play the strong role, there, he really wasn't ready for it to touch him again, and so he quickly backed away from it, and right into Sulu.