"Animals in this place seem to follow relatively the same rules as they did back home," Ianto agrees. "It seems a fair guess. I just hope they don't travel in -- packs, or. Whatever you'd call a herd of lizards," he says, sticking his hands in his pockets and then thinking better of the gesture. Is he going to need to be ready for action? How fast do these things move anyway... He really hopes that John is up to stunning them, in the state that he's in.

"You've got the bag that they're to go in?" he asks. Fussing over the equipment itself because it's better than to fuss over the things he has no control over. Like the lizards, and whether or not he's going to make a mistake and accidentally poison himself in doing what is shaping up to sound like a rather foolish idea, all things considered.