He flashes a smile to Ianto, watching him work for a moment. He could use a machine like that. If Rose would let him.
Glancing back at his twin, he isn't sure whether to consider what he said a compliment or not. Blimey, but talking to ones self was confusing. He shrugs. "A few. Mostly out of necessity due to the parts available. Missing a few settings I had before, but has different ones in their places. Nothing major."
"With a lot of ingenuity and persistence." He smiles tightly. "I'm very clever. And again, a bit of luck. The right things found, once lost in the mess that is Torchwood archives." Instead of elaborating, he goes off on a tangent, addressing Ianto. "I do hope you take better care of yours. I know they had no way to know what some of what they found was, but really, a little organization would have been wonderful. The piles, the boxes, the weapons just lying around primed..."