Ianto has been doing his best to cope with the situation he's been landed in, in the best way he knows how, but camping, hiking, in the rain and hail and god knows what else this place will throw at them next, with only the one outfit he's arrived in isn't really ideal. His shoes weren't designed for this. Hell, his suit wasn't designed for this, and his jacket is soaked through and he's lucky he's not wearing a lighter color otherwise his shirt would probably have been ruined. At the first sign of rain he'd done his best to hide his tie in his pack -- he's hoping it's water proof though time will tell at that.

And then, of course, their feet hit sand, and Ianto nearly finds his feet slipping from under him all over again.

Ianto still hasn't quite figured out what the little device that John has is. For a man as easy-going as the other man seems to be, he does like to keep his secrets. He wonders, as he watches the other man scan the area and then disappear across the sand towards the helicopter with his much more appropriate footwear, whether he should just open one of these conversations at some point with the fact that he fights aliens for a living and considering their situation pretty much nothing will surprise him at this point.

Except, perhaps, for a helicopter on an alien planet, millions -- billions? who knows at this point -- of miles away from where you'd expect to find one.

Glancing around warily, Ianto does a careful sweep of the scene before he cautiously makes his way around to where John has disappeared. And immediately finds himself on the other side of a weapon.

Eyes wide, Ianto's hands go up in front of him in a defensive gesture. Had John been wearing those fatigues before? Well he certainly hadn't had that gun.

"Easy!" he says quickly. "It's just me."