"I am," John confirms. His expression is mostly locked in a tiredly neutral expression, not giving much else away. "And --"

There's a gentle digital tone, and John's expression immediately drops into cynical irritation.

In cold weather, it is advisable to --

"Yes, thank you," he says, trying to talk over it. He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh, dropping his arm from around Ianto and pushing to his feet. "Why don't I see if I can kill off our friend here while you re-arrange the furniture?"

By kill off, John really means force a shut down. He can at least try.