Ianto lets out a dry laugh at the question, giving himself a moment to answer in some sarcastic or sardonic way, before running a hand over his face. "Not... Really, no," he replies. "It's all a bit shit, actually. We were attacked. Our caravan, or. Carriage. Whatever you would call it. I don't know. It's all a bit of a blur, really."

He moves to lean against the closest wall he reaches. "I don't suppose you've heard about it all already?" About their failure. Though he supposes it could have been worse. They've all made it out of the ambush alive, which is something to be grateful for, all things considered.