She tilted her head slightly because, well, it was an odd question. "It's the fourteenth, then. About two in the afternoon, give or take." She didn't know Ianto Jones very well, but something was a little askew.
"Are you alright, Ianto?" She was concerned, and step closer. "Hit your head or somethin'?" Occasionally, Tonks managed to conk herself in the head and was sometimes a little out of sorts in the minutes afterward.