More cautious at hearing his name in an unfamiliar city than the voice it was said with, Ianto's fingers instinctually ghosted over his hip to where his gun was stuffed into his belt. At the same time, a glance over his shoulder to see where it had come from showed him, more accurately, who it had come from.
If there was supposed to be some higher meaning that the first person he'd found, or rather, had found him, was this particular figment from his past, it was currently lost on him in his surprise. Still, under the circumstances in which they'd last seen each other, he wasn't inclined to make this the typical happy reunion
"Okay, I'll admit. This one has me stumped," he murmured, turning around to face Suzie fully. Seeing her standing there, talking vividly, made the impulse to ask her if she was still dead seem pointless. Either she was alive again - or at least in a state of living death, because being shot had never stopped Owen - or he was dead too, in which case the wariness to coldcock her with his gun until he could find Jack was the least of his problems.