Ianto glances around the helicopter into the distance, trying to weigh the options that John has laid out for them. Yell a lot, walk around to find its limit, think at it, or wait for rescue. None of these sound promising, truth be told.

"Right," he says. Trying to sound like he's got his shit together when internally the truth is anything but. "Right, okay. No waiting. We're going to get ourselves out of this." Because there's no one coming to save them. Everyone who might be missing Ianto is either dead or comatose. A rescue is out of the option.

He casts another glance around and then back down at Holland, considering. The man is clearly the central factor in the vision -- memory? Perhaps this reality will collapse upon his death? But waiting around for the man to die is rather morbid and Ianto is not so cold-hearted that he could kill him for the sake of a theory. "So... We've just got to look for the limit of this place then, yeah?" he asks, stepping away from the helicopter and away from Holland as well, taking no chances. "Physical?"