John seems to have managed wrapping his arm up one-handed but it doesn't sound good. Not the fact that he's injured nor the fact that it's limiting his range of movement. John's a better fighter than he is, but Ianto knows it's generally better to work with no impediments at all.

He's just about to open his mouth to fuss a little further when John is suddenly grabbing at his hand and twirling him towards -- another bandit coming their way. Ianto startles slightly but he doesn't need to think twice as he pulls the trigger just in time to send another shock through the bandit in question.

He stands very still, breathing hard as he watches the figure slump to their feet before he turns wide blue eyes to glance at John. The other man's fingers still clasped around his wrist.

"Thanks," he says, a little dazedly.