Jack is so far gone that even the incongruity of the sound of horse's hooves inside a department store doesn't jog him out of it. At the sound of Mal's voice, he glances up blearily. He registers the still-twitching raptor nearby, but feels no sense of fear, not of that. How could the fear of being killed and eaten even make any kind of impact on the sight of Ianto's cold, dead body lying on the ground before him.
His gaze drops again, irrevocably drawn back to that terrible sight.
((OOC: Whee! Mal to the rescue – excellent choice! :-) ))