He supposes that John has a point, but still. He would rather that a giant creature who could potentially wipe out the entire city not be wise enough to create a plan to do so in the first place. There are plenty of citizens who aren't wise, after all.

Ianto frowns, glancing back at the carriage before at John and the way he's rolling his shoulder. It sounds reasonable, to follow them into Wyver and see if they can track anything out, but all the same.

"How's your arm?" he asks. Somehow Ianto himself had managed to escape with nothing more than mud and bruises, but John hadn't been quite so lucky, and a part of Ianto can't help but wonder if that's because his attention had been split between protecting himself and looking out for Ianto himself.