it's not what it looks like
"Ah, sorry," Ianto murmured, accepting the jar back and slipping it into his pocket. "I said that this will make our speech sound garbled to anyone listenin'." He laughed awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his head and stepping slowly around the clearing as if he could hardly believe it. Now that the initial shock was over, the bigger shock was beginning to dawn on him.
"Captain Roana Steadman, of Northwind and Northaven," he murmured, rubbing at his forehead. "I... I'm real sorry, this is just... I've been out here for months alone. No one from Northaven is out here." No one but me, went his unsaid words.
"Can you... I mean, I don't want to make you repeat yourself, but what did you mean back there? About comin' from the Hollowed Grounds?"
"Captain Roana Steadman, of Northwind and Northaven," he murmured, rubbing at his forehead. "I... I'm real sorry, this is just... I've been out here for months alone. No one from Northaven is out here." No one but me, went his unsaid words.
"Can you... I mean, I don't want to make you repeat yourself, but what did you mean back there? About comin' from the Hollowed Grounds?"
