"Sorry, wasn't listening." There wasn't a hint of apology in Owen's tone or expression. "Welsh git would be Ianto Jones, wouldn't it? And the bastard shot me in the leg. Well, in the story-stream, he did. He's an idiot, otherwise."
It didn't occur to Owen that his phrasing would get him odd looks, even after running into a version of himself that apparently was living inside of the story.