He glances around them, not able to miss Jim's point about the listeners in. And it is a good point, after all. Who knows how man of these refugees -- or the little bots that work for them for that matter -- have ears that connect back to where. Ianto's been worried about the tech but he supposes the people are another matter as well.

"Yeah, alright," he agrees, pushing himself up to stand and join him in walking. Waiting for what he deems to be a safe enough distance before he continues.

"Yeah, ehm. Jack is... I'm not sure where he's from, exactly. He doesn't talk much about himself, and if you want to talk about avoidance strategies..." He moves to stick his hands in his pockets. "But the way he talks, he's." He chews his lip for a moment before doing his best impression, complete with American accent and all. "You people and your quaint little categories." Honestly, the impression isn't half bad.

He glances back at Jim. "Honestly, from some of the way he makes comments about 'the 21st century', I get the feeling he's from. Well, maybe a bit closer to your time, perhaps."

He pauses a beat, his brow furrowing for a moment as he goes over a previous moment of conversation in retrospect, before continuing, "I'm sorry, I just. Did you say Captain Janeway? ...Kathryn?" Now there's a surprise.