[Ianto whimpers at the noise, too strung out on nerves to even scream. It's probably him coming back, it has to be. When he spots the raptor it's almost a relief. He swallows hard, trying to get control enough to move. He's done this before, he's stood up to monsters, he can handle this. It's no worse than a weevil. But he's never faced a weevil when he was too scared to think or plan or make a snappy comment. This is so different but he's not going to let himself be the reason Spike gets hurt so he does his best to nod, eyes still red and wet and not at all confident looking.]
I can run. Not far, I don't think. But I can do it.