"This sounds like a Thursday," John drawls, but -- "no magic, no, they were mostly hired thugs with sharp things. Maybe the association with the shamans was meant to be a secret. Especially if they're playing the long game. Stop us heading in any too-obvious direction after them. I've seen people hopped up stuff like that before, though. Stuff that makes you violent and angry. Is it addictive?"

Or just weird, because addictive and also weird substances that make you hyper strong are especially bad. John flips the chair he's standing beside around and straddles it, moves his bag onto the table and begins rummaging before squinting up at Ianto again.

"You sure? I've got some painkillers here."

He pulls some out of a pocket, followed by what looks to be a sealed bottle of water. John wasn't quite sure if tap water would be safe out here.