Continuing to listen to Suzie and her notion that a part of Gwen would have kept living through her, Ianto considered that Suzie's determination melding with the compassion he'd learned to admire in Gwen would be an eventful happenstance. But he had no interest to find out how that would have ended up, if things had been allowed to get so far. If that thought was applied to the other theory she seemed to approve of, then a part of every murderer would live in the victims that came back. In his reckoning, the aliens were enough trouble without a world where that was allowed to happen.
Ianto looked over to say so, but then, for a single second he thought he saw a furtive gleam in her eyes. Staying quiet, he wondered if it had really been there, or if the night was just playing tricks on him. His reply was to uncomfortably adjust his jacket collar instead, deciding against saying anything that would provoke an argument. He'd feel better having such a conversation once they were somewhere light and warm, and more importantly to Ianto, familiar. There were few places he could account that to other than the Hub.
Privately glad that Jack wasn't letting her near the other glove, but having the tact not to mention that, he guessed that Jack's idea of information gathering didn't equate to his own, which was probably for the best in this situation. Ianto's contact lists and usual suspects would be useless now.
"Best to concentrate on dealing with those pits, then. If they're public knowledge, I can't imagine the masses staying away for long."