Ianto turned his head to look out...well. Where the window would be, if it weren't rolled down. "Yeah," Ianto said, trying to be cocky as he did so, "'course there are." He just...couldn't think of anything that he was good at that anyone would think was cool. ...couldn't think of anything that anyone would be proud of him for. He sunk in his seat a little, both because he was uneasy and also because he was suddenly upset with his life all over again.

"How far away is this place, anyway?" he asked.