"There were members of the Guard there with us," Ianto points out, unable to help but feel at least a little as though he's being chastised for the way it's being handled so far. "I can't speak for their decisions -- whether or not they've informed the rest of the Guard or the Knightryders. I can only say that this is a pretty shit situation that I still really only know half the story about, but I've been doing my best."

Sitting back in the chair, he runs a hand through his hair, wincing as he hits the tender spot on his temple just beyond his hairline where there's a pretty substantial egg developing, a small cut just above it marking it's place. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm just. We're trying, yeah?" He's just so tired. It's been a really long day.