John's expression furrows a little, with a hint of scepticism, and for a second he looks like he's going to say something until be nice echoes in his head again. He flattens his expression neutral, leans forward to grab himself another piece of bread.

"Cool," he says instead, and splits the bread into smaller pieces absently. "I like shields. You staying here, then?"

To Ianto, that is. Not heading back to Olympia? He doesn't have to stay, after all. He's been hit in the head and he hates the heat.