"Yes, I'm trying to sort myself out a bit. Ah. I'm .. dealing by drinking tea, at the moment." It wasn't what she asked, not really, but he didn't want to admit that he wasn't dealing well. Who would be? He died, for God's sake. And remembered it. Ianto wrapped his hands around his tea mug and stared down into it. "It's fine, I'm fine. I'm just a bit murky, that's all."