"I know," Sulu said, because he did. He flew like Jack drove often enough to have met at least a dozen people who were more than a little wary of hairpin turns and narrow misses. He figured that Ianto was at least lucky enough to not have to deal with the vertical descent factor; cars couldn't dive a few hundred kilometers in a handful of seconds, after all. Not on the streets, at least.

He kept his eyes on Ianto's for a few moments longer, squeezing his hand tightly without being uncomfortable, and then pulled back a bit, winking before twisting to look at Jack with a concerned look on his face. "Hey, take it easy on the turns, I'm getting sick. Unless you like girls puking in your hair."