Ianto's gaze wandered over Lisa's body as she stripped out of her clothing, searching for any sign of injury with a practiced eye. He kept his attention focused on the clinical, comparing her with his mental image of his Lisa for a moment. Nothing he could see that would suggest she'd been in the middle of a battle before her arrival here. Which suggested that not only did time not pass here, but it was possible that physically, they never even actually came here, just a mental impression of themselves. Ianto frowned, making note to add that observation to the archive when he had the chance.