About to take a deep breath and call for Ianto once more, there he was standing at the office door already holding two cups of coffee. With a grateful smile, Jack took the one in his usual cup and raised it to his lips and took a long drink, sighing as the hot liquid rolled down his throat. "Better. Much better." He ran a finger along the rim of the cup, watching Ianto for a moment.
"Yes, Glenn Miller." He paused, singing softly with the recording as it neared the bridge. "Always was one of my favourites. Great beat. Particularly to dance to." Jack inclined an eyebrow, then handed the two files over. "There's something missing from the files on the Antiqualigans. Seen them lately?"