He shoots Ianto a sideways glance that doesn't fully mask his uncertainty at first, before covering with a shrug.

"I might," Sheppard says, then boosts the levity of his tone a little more. Come on, John, try harder. "I mean, I don't even know what galaxy this is to begin with but pick up a few familiar star signs, get ourselves orientated. Piece of cake."

Probably. He hesitates again for a split second then forces a smile.

"Assuming they have cake here, and not just florescent jell-o."