John has managed to turn off the control panels in the small living-come-bedroom area at least. He's thinking about searching the bathroom when the beds suddenly clunk together and he startles, turns around sharply to make sure Ianto is okay.

He is, though, and John lets out a heavy sigh as he shrugs out of his own jacket finally.

"These are all off now anyway. Might be one in the bathroom."

He doesn't really know or care, at this point, just drops to sit on the end of the half of the bed that was his and leans to begin unlacing his shoes.

"Anyway, if you want to use the bathroom first go ahead. Or if you want me to check it for obnoxious AI first, I guess wait and I'll turn off anything I find."

The one benefit to his gene becoming over-active, he supposes, is now he can turn stuff off too.