"The jacket'll survive, don't worry," Jim says, and claps Ianto on the shoulder. All good, fam. He's not exactly chivalrous by nature - too poorly socialized as a child, learned all his people skills from trying (and often failing) to talk his way out of trouble, but he rolls into it by accident easily enough. At least his good nature is genuine.

"Okay. I was on the road away from the camp, but turned back when stuff started to get weird. What direction were you coming from?"

Jim checks his communicator and the map within, scrolling through for location pings, but the system's not able to function through the interference. Of course. "Instruments failing is always a sign of something stupid going on," he mutters.