Ianto's eyes flit between the hand on his shoulder to the man dying on the ground behind them. There's nothing they can do for him now. He's not even real. John's handling the whole thing... Better than he'd have thought. Which is to say, he's probably just pretending otherwise as hard as he can. American, military. God, he really is quite similar to Jack.

"West," he echoes instead, with a nod. "Right. Let's head west then." He pauses for a moment, before glancing back at John. "Which way is west?"