"Didn't Shannon mention a tarp?" Ianto asked, trying not to laugh, though he really really wanted to. Tying Gambit to a tree? It'd be cruel around here, but really really funny.
Ianto dumped another few nails into his sling and noticed the look Jack was giving him. And managed somehow to refrain from rolling his eyes. Yes, he was hurt, but he wasn't an invalid. Well. Not completely. And shifting things wouldn't break his other arm. Wouldn't that be a riot?
"You aren't that injured," he told Gambit. "I'm injured and I'm managing just fine. You'll be fine, too. Help me shift this mess so we can dig out more nails. Then I suppose we'll have to clean out the mess in here while the others repair the roof." He wasn't going to listen to you, Jack.