"Sure," John says, and gives Ianto a vague pat on the back. "We'll just have to hope there aren't any Taliban in this, and if there are that their weapons don't actually hurt us. Or make our heads think that they hurt us."

Since that can do a similar thing. He looks around again, avoiding letting his eyes drift in the direction of Holland. Holland's voice croaks out something behind him --

"When we get out of here, I'll make sure I say something really nice at your court martial."

-- and John takes another breath, steels himself.

"Let's try heading west."