Ianto glances aside at the other man, listening closely while he talks. He reaches out to take one of the chip-like snacks, nibbling on it thoughtfully as he contemplates the other man's words. No, he supposes he doesn't trust them so much to sign a confidentiality waiver either, or whatever it might take to do work directly for the Natha themselves. But a bouncer?

He tries to envision it and finds it isn't that hard to imagine, in a way. And in another way he isn't certain that John is hard enough for that line of work. Then again, he is military, so.

"You're a step ahead of me then," he says, leaning sideways against the bar beside him and taking another 'chip'. "I haven't got a clue." What do you do after Torchwood? What can you? To imagine himself serving up drinks in some shop...

Swirling his drink in his glass, he muses aloud, "I don't know that I'm all that skilled at anything they might want from me here, truth be told."