Bright eyes narrow, memorizing the motions, watching the swift, easy movements of Shepard's fingers across the screen. "I see..." Well, he didn't really understand, but he would figure it out. "And Ianto... Another passenger?" He gestures vaguely at the ship, and reaches out, indicating he's ready for the comm unit again. "Or prisoner." The wry lightness disappears from his voice, and a flash of something new is visible momentarily in his eyes. "I assume, given the lack of information you've offered about this place, you don't know much more than I do?" Which was almost nothing, really.
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