[The man reaches out to still his hands and Ianto lets himself to be stopped. His brow furrowing slightly as the explanation comes to follow -- an android. Oh. He supposes that makes sense. He's dealt with... Similar things before. Similar people, though it's been a while and Ianto's tried not to think about it. Tried not to think about Stacey and the Temps or Lisa and the Cybermen or anything else he's left behind with his life at Torchwood One. For everyone's sake, he's going to hope that this -- man, he's going to keep thinking of him as a man, he has to because otherwise how else will he process this -- this man is more like Stacey than Lisa.]
Oh. I...
[Ianto realizes he's been quiet for a bit too long. Looking a bit too much. He straightens uncertainly before he reaches a hand out to offer a handshake.]
Sorry, I. Alright then. Thanks. I'm... Ianto. Ianto Jones.
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Oh. I...
[Ianto realizes he's been quiet for a bit too long. Looking a bit too much. He straightens uncertainly before he reaches a hand out to offer a handshake.]
Sorry, I. Alright then. Thanks. I'm... Ianto. Ianto Jones.