"Yeah..." Ianto said, trying to imagine what a Klingon warbird really was, and whether that was as serious a problem as it sounded like it would be, when compared to saving the world from alien forces, like Torchwood would sometimes be forced to do. He shook his mind off that train of though. Not tonight. He wasn't going to worry about that tonight, not when everything had gone so well.

"Or at least save Gwen and Jack from truckloads of paperwork," he said, thinking about what he had left to do. "And... I'll probably have to take a drive out into the countryside, to let Myfanwy stretch her wings a bit. I should...probably be at least decently rested for that." Even if he were tired, his paranoia about driving in the Beacons might keep him awake and his eyes peeled, but. It would be stupid, to work for a Top Secret organization that fought aliens, and then die in a car crash because he just couldn't let Sulu go off the phone. Aside from the fact that he really liked being alive, he really wouldn't want to do that to Sulu or Jack, something as stupid that.