With a gasp just shy of indecent, Rodney snatches the LSD out of John's hands. Politely. Mostly. "Where did you--? How did you--?"

Ah, Ancient tech, how he's missed you. Juggling the device and his tablet for a moment, he uses a thumb to cross off half a dozen of the scrap and electronic doohickeys he'd listed out before fumbling the tablet itself toward Ianto to (hopefully?) catch.

"There, that should...that should be everything we need and then some, if we can't find everything. Couple of redundant--" He cuts himself off, then gives both of them a bright grin. "We just might have a chance to find it, despite everything."