Ianto sidles up beside her, sticking his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and rocking on his feet slightly as he glances across the space in front of them, before turning to Clara herself.

"It is rather odd, I won't deny. But I'm not complaining, personally. Don't know if I really want to know why I'm back either, for that matter." He shrugs slightly. "Unwrapping the mystery. It might give an answer as to how long it might last. Not sure I'd really like to know, truth be told."