[It's an incredibly subtle effort, Ianto Jones, god of stealth, but somehow Prior seems to have cottoned on to there being something he's trying to hide.]

You worked on a spaceship? Well would you look at that, everyone's so space age here, it makes me feel practically Neanderthal. Like I just climbed off the nearest mammoth which, given the frozen wastes we find ourselves in, doesn't seem too unrealistic a prospect.

[He's closed enough distance between them now that Ianto can't possibly move the scanner from his chest without giving Prior a view. Prior who is, by now, smiling sweet as syrup and fully playing up the naive american act.]

Say, where are you from, Sweden? Who knew they'd put the Swedes in space.