[Ianto Jones is sitting on one of four beds in the room. Only one of the others seems to be in use, with a guitar propped up against it and a few other odds and ends about here and there. He's dressed down, in only a tshirt and jeans, largely because the only suit he owns on this planet is frozen in time down on the planet along with the dragon so it will likely be some time before he sees that one again. And he appears to be writing in a small book of some sort. Which certainly couldn't be a diary no ma'am what reasonable man over the age of twenty keeps a diary these days after all...
At the sound of her tumbling into the room before him Ianto leaps up from where he's sprawled on the bed, hastily stowing his book (diary) away in his back pocket and readying himself for trouble. Or, as it would happen, a strange woman somersaulting her way into his bedroom from what is most certainly not the hallway, before the door slams shut behind her. Interesting.]
Well. [He says, trying not to sound ruffled, even though he clearly is.] You certainly know how to make an entrance. Are you alright? [He steps forward to offer her a hand up, if necessary. (If she'll take it, for that matter.)]
i. a bit late but i couldn't resist
At the sound of her tumbling into the room before him Ianto leaps up from where he's sprawled on the bed, hastily stowing his book (diary) away in his back pocket and readying himself for trouble. Or, as it would happen, a strange woman somersaulting her way into his bedroom from what is most certainly not the hallway, before the door slams shut behind her. Interesting.]
Well. [He says, trying not to sound ruffled, even though he clearly is.] You certainly know how to make an entrance. Are you alright? [He steps forward to offer her a hand up, if necessary. (If she'll take it, for that matter.)]