Ianto looked up, keeping a bland expression on his face from long practice. He knew the face of the young woman who'd sat next to him, and it took him a moment to connect it with a name. Martha Jones, Doctor, Torchwood One, medical department. At least, in his own world. He couldn't be sure she was from his world as well.
"I would believe just about anything, I would think. It doesn't do to have a closed mind when working at Torchwood." A small smile curled at the corners of his lips. "Otherwise, one might find one's entire career consists of filing papers at Torchwood Tower."
He accepted his drink, and the basket of chips as they were set in front of him. "I'm Ianto," he added.