Numbness, vomiting, paralysis... Ianto pales slightly as John lists the symptoms off, regarding -- yes, his arm in its sling, watching as he works to check his gun, moving about awkwardly one-handed. No, it does not instill a great amount of confidence in him at all. Is that his gun hand? Can he shoot with both? Ianto certainly hopes so.

"Well," he says, as lightly as he can which clearly means that he's trying desperately and failing miserably not to think about it. "Let's just. Both of us try our best not to get bitten regardless though, shall we?"

Ianto moves to reach for his own Torchwood-issue firearm, but then stops himself. Should he really be wasting ammunition on these things if they're going to be stunned already.

"So -- how would you suggest I go about this, then...?"