Well, this was cozy, wasn't it? Ianto went back to his spot at the coffee table and picked up his own mug, resolutely ignoring the animosity in the air. Instead, he offered a smile towards the lot of them. "Ah, introductions. Tonks, this is Owen, Owen, Tonks. The three of us go back." Way back.
Though, at Owen's tone, Ianto glanced over, eyebrows raised. There was some tiny bit of him that was sort of amused, too, but he didn't so much as crack a smile. "We were just discussing the earthquake, Owen." But not his crazy-fication. He'd rather not attempt to remember that mess.