Ianto stuck his hands in the back pocket of his jeans, wandering around the hotel lobby casually, curious about the place. He peered at an Mayan vase done in an ancient style but looked brand new, asking, "Do you think it's real?"
Ianto's tie was loose and he was yawning over a large sheet of paper, drawing what looked like a large map of the town. He rubbed his face, getting a little ink on his cheek.
Jamie brushed his hair, brushed his teeth, tugged his ears and generally righted himself, pulling on slacks and a button up before wandering out into the sunshine.
He tilted his head back to look at the sky saying, absently, "You know, I'd give my left heart and testicle for some actual weather."
Jack sprawled out on the carpet in a salon in the hotel, studying the ceiling, "I think, and I could be wrong, that that is a representation of the Star Cluster visible from Ralaenin Six."
Finding a lift, he carefully stepped inside, giving the buttons a once-over. Three floors and a lobby. He jabbed the button for the lobby with perhaps a touch more force than neccessary, tense until the door opened to reveal a nearly empty lobby. Just one person there, and the Master stepped out of the lift, his expression carefully calm as he approached them.