Temporary insanity and violence - that was the sort of catch Ianto had expected there to be. Perhaps one day they'd come across a phenomenon that didn't eventually threaten or explode or try to snack on them, or worse. Ianto didn't hold out much hope for such, but that didn't prevent the corner of his lips raising in the smallest of smirks at the familiar notion of Owen getting irritated over something he couldn't work out. Ianto knew better than to repeat the gesture in front of him, though.
Deciding to turn to one of the other significant issues on his mind, he glanced across to Suzie, and asked, "How much do you know of everything that happened to the rest of us after you were-" Ianto groped for the right word as he strode purposefully into the tourist office. Shot? That might still be sore point for her. Killed? But then, in which instance (although there really hadn't been much space for catching up the second time she'd been alive).