The Ancients. Right. Ianto understands that John's ability isn't supposed to work on more all the technology that it does. Ancient technology. A carrier? That must be what they call John, then. He's doing his best to follow along but all this talk of dialing gates and chevrons has his head spinning. At least he can deduce that it must be -- some method of traveling? Getting the address right, she had said after all. Dialing the address. Ending up on a ship.

"Must be pretty big ship then too, to fit eighty people on board," he hazards, glancing aside at John. Looking to him for assistance. What is a gate, anyway? He really should have asked more questions about the logistics of John's research mission than he has, come to think of it.