The only thing that kept Jack from shaking his head was the fact that he'd send dust and dirt in all directions and he knew how Ianto liked things tidy. So he settled for grabbing a tea towel and stepping out of the way, wiping grime and sweat from his brow.
"It's going fine," Jack said, wincing when he saw how much dirt the towel had mopped up. He'd need a shower by the time this was all said and done. Well, not necessarily the worst thing in the world, was it?
Jack stared at the coffee maker as if that would cause it to brew faster. "Got a couple of the walls roughed in. Doesn't look too bad if I do say so myself. Not quite the same sewer-esque feel, but it'll do. Especially if it'll help with the goings on here."