Ianto closed the boot with one hand and examined the label on the bag.
"Ebay," he said, as though that explained everything. Perhaps it did. "Description claimed it once belonged to a dowager baroness, but the whole batch looked suspicious."
At that point, Ianto realized he'd taken several steps toward the Doctor, as though prepared to follow him. That bothered him more than he cared to admit, as he already knew one person with that sort of personal magnetism, and if there was one thing he didn't need... "Come on where, exactly?" he asked, looking at the man (alien) before him properly for the first time. This, he reminded himself, was Jack's Doctor. Yvonne's Doctor. The Doctor.
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:30 pm (UTC)"Ebay," he said, as though that explained everything. Perhaps it did. "Description claimed it once belonged to a dowager baroness, but the whole batch looked suspicious."
At that point, Ianto realized he'd taken several steps toward the Doctor, as though prepared to follow him. That bothered him more than he cared to admit, as he already knew one person with that sort of personal magnetism, and if there was one thing he didn't need... "Come on where, exactly?" he asked, looking at the man (alien) before him properly for the first time. This, he reminded himself, was Jack's Doctor. Yvonne's Doctor. The Doctor.