Ah. And the gun is back pointed in his direction. Perhaps, he supposes, not the best choice of words. Although now he knows that John doesn't know anything about their situation, at least. Which -- really isn't good, if he's got a gun pointed at him. Ianto stops where he's been fussing with his buttons and raises his hands in front of himself again.

"I -- I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't..." he starts, but isn't sure that asking John to stop aiming the gun at him is really the right call to make, especially when the other man is this fired up.

He lets out a little sigh, wondering where the beginning even is. He supposes that's as good a place to start as any.

"What... Is the last thing you remember yourself?" Ianto asks, cautiously.