Ianto didn't stifle his predictable eye-rolling, but luckily he did it while Tony's vision was obscured by removing his mask. Once his boss had refocused his attention, Ianto's expression was pleasantly benign. As benign as it could be with a reddened nose and eyes. He was beginning to loathe this bloody cold.
"No," he sneezed loudly, only managing to cover his mouth at the last moment. "I was heading home, actually, left a note with..." He paused, feeling guilty for forgetting her name, but his head felt as if it were full of cotton balls.
"Betty." He glanced down at the gun and shrugged, stuffing it back into his trousers. "Only most of the time. I keep it out of sight. Tends to upset the locals."