Ianto sighs and slumps against the wall of the lift as they step inside, all the snark draining out of him to leave him weary and rueful.

"Sorry. I'm being irritable, aren't I? I don't think I'm ever going to get used to the gravity couches." Everything is rubbing him the wrong way right now. He won't be comfortable until he's showered and relaxing with Jack in their room, and even then he still has too much on his mind to be completely at ease. The new arrivals are a part of that.

"Maybe there's something we can do to make their adjustment a little less traumatic than ours was." He'd like to think he helped Roxanne when he'd met her outside the grav couches, but he still feels as if he could have done more, somehow.