"No kidding." Ianto grits his teeth, startling slightly as John grabs the bandit, slamming them into the carriage beside him and then elbows them. Ianto stuns them once he's done beating them around -- why not? Couldn't hurt to be overly cautious, after all -- before turning to make sure that he's guarding himself from the front again.

"We've got an entire armory," he says, tightening his grip on the handle of the gun as he readies for the next wave of attack. "I know all the codes. And I've got a pistol. A proper Torchwood issue handgun and everything. And this was the only weapon left in my inventory." It rather feels like the universe is playing one joke after another on him.