"Both," Ianto said with a little lift of his eyebrows. "It's usually not people, though. Just junk. We've a whole archive full of rift junk." But what could they do about it? This was with the rift closed and scarred over, too. Years and years worth of stuff and people, coming and going. Since they opened the rift up again...? It was probably worse.
It didn't help Ianto much to know that it was partially his fault that the rift got opened again. This was something he never intended to tell Rose, gossipping or not. He still felt guilt over that betrayal. Reflexively, Ianto glanced towards the room Jack had claimed for theirs and frowned.