Ianto glances at the other man out of the corner of his eye as well. Does John look like he's enjoying this trip through his memories? No, not really. Where they had been before, his friend had been dying in front of them. Ianto supposes there's a chance something terrible could be happening here as well, that John just hasn't explicitly told him as much yet.

"...well," he says, after quietly trailing along after the other man for a moment. "Not really."

Which really isn't all that comforting either. But that's neither here nor there. He's still there by his side, and he's still helping him get out of this, and that counts for something. It has to.

"Where are we going?" he asks. Because he has to keep talking or else he will start to panic, and if he's not going to tell him about Atlantis, then he's got to pick something.