Cold Storage
"The box said DANGEROUS Ianto!"
"Where?"
"There, look, that label."
"..N......ROUS"
"Well, it serves you right for opening strange boxes without asking me."
"It's my job Jack. If I asked you about every box I found I'd be forever in your office and nothing would ever get done."
"And that is such a bad thing because..."
"Haven't you got any work to be doing, sir?"
"It can wait. Where are you going?"
"To find Owen. I've just been held captive by a Blowfish you hid in cold storage and now I've got a great big cut across my forehead."
"It's a scratch!"
"And I've also got headache."
"A couple of pain killers and you'll be fine. They work wonders."
"And a boss with very little sympathy."
"I saved your life!"
"If you hadn't have put that thing there in the first place then my life wouldn't have needed saving."
"But don't I get Brownie Points for saving your life? Or a trip to the cinema? Or you could meet me in my office at two."
"I've got work to do."
"I can send them all home early."
"No. I'll see you at two...now where's Owen?"