[If Ianto had had the time, he might have turned the right nob on the device to at least unfreeze the image. Then at least whatever Prior might have been seeing on it would be whatever he'd see through it. Ianto's own skeleton, perhaps, if he'd had it pointed the right way. But Prior had startled him and the image had stuck and. There it was. In all its -- well, glory was one of putting it.

Ianto swallows, pressing his lips together tightly for a moment before nodding slightly. Forcing himself to meet the other man's eyes. He can at least owe him the courtesy of doing that, considering how brazenly he knows he's invaded his privacy. He can't even say that he didn't mean to. He had known exactly what he was doing. He just hadn't meant to be doing it on someone who...]

It's... Something like it. We call it a. Bekaran deep tissue scanner. Bekaran because. Well. That's where it came from. And because it can scan...

[He trails off awkwardly, knowing how wrong it is that he's done this but at least he owes him the truth.]

It's. Sort of like an x-ray and an MRI all rolled into one, only a lot better. From. What I understand, anyway.

[Owen would have been able to explain this better. Too bad he's not here to pin the blame on instead.]