Ah, the Lucian Alliance. John nods, frowning as he tries to recall what he knows about them. What might motivate them to... blow up a planet entirely.

He squints at her, pressing his lips together.

"They had a lot of Naquadria there," he says finally, half glancing between TJ and Ianto. "That's pretty explosive. How many did they manage to evacuate?"

Maybe everyone, but John isn't expecting that. It's why he asks how many instead. He can feel Ianto's curiosity welling up beside him and shoots him an idly quelling look -- yes, he knows you have a hundred questions Ianto. They'll get there.