Oh a top secret rift in space and time. Well, that explains it.
[Prior Walter, prophet, confidante of angelic bodies, literal traveller through time and space, still good-naturedly clinging to a 20th century view that all this stuff sounds insane. Besides, Humor is his weapon and shield, and he's vaguely concerned about what exactly's being hidden from him by this otherwise mild-faced boy.
Keeping an introduction friendly yet wary happens to be a speciality, though and Prior maintains a lightness to his expression... until he takes the scanner.
And he doesn't quite know what he expected, but it wasn't this.]
Is that. [Something medical looking: lungs, fuzzed out with obscurities and grainy patches.] Is that an x-ray?
[Half-unconsciously, he's pressed a hand to his own chest. He looks up to meet Ianto's eyes.]
no subject
[Prior Walter, prophet, confidante of angelic bodies, literal traveller through time and space, still good-naturedly clinging to a 20th century view that all this stuff sounds insane. Besides, Humor is his weapon and shield, and he's vaguely concerned about what exactly's being hidden from him by this otherwise mild-faced boy.
Keeping an introduction friendly yet wary happens to be a speciality, though and Prior maintains a lightness to his expression... until he takes the scanner.
And he doesn't quite know what he expected, but it wasn't this.]
Is that. [Something medical looking: lungs, fuzzed out with obscurities and grainy patches.] Is that an x-ray?
[Half-unconsciously, he's pressed a hand to his own chest. He looks up to meet Ianto's eyes.]
Is that me?