Ianto follows John's lead as they set off down the corridor, unsettled by the sound of the storm battering the city beyond them, the unfamiliar sights and sounds only serving to set him further on edge. He holds the gun close, pointed down and away from the other man but ready to raise to their defense if need be.

"It?" he asks, frowning at the sign then at John himself as he looks around the room. "Where are we?" And is it really as dangerous as the sign suggests...