A gate with a nine-chevron address. Dialing? Naquadria... He tries to sort through what he can understand at least. That the base blew up -- the planet it was on blew up -- was blown up by some group known as the Lucian Alliance? And now she and whatever survivors are now stranded on a ship that seems to be moving in the wrong direction.

He catches that look from John and shoots him a look in return. Listen, he really doesn't want to interrupt this important information exchange between the pair of you either but. Throw him a line. You're not even explaining the things you're saying now.

Restraining himself as best he can, Ianto takes another sip of his coffee before asking, "Was there some particular reason that this Lucian Alliance was targeting you, then, or...?"