Ianto watches him answer, studying the way that he leans back into his chair and the pause. The fact that he really doesn't say anything new at first. But he keeps watching and he keeps listening. Maybe John will tell him more if he does. Or maybe he won't. He supposes he'll have to wait and find out.

"And she chose to join you from there?" he asks. Because no, he didn't tell him anything about Teyla, other than the fact that she's a good person. Which he figures that she must be, if John cares about her as much as he's starting to assume that he does. His team. It must be a lot like Torchwood, he supposes. A family, of sorts. People you spend time with more than anyone you're related to by blood. Even if some of them get under your skin sometimes, you wouldn't trade them for anything. He figures it must be at least a little like that.