"All right. I've finally made a place in the archives for that ship. I've stored the spider corpses, and made a fresh batch of coffee. If no one needs anything else, I'm going to go clean up." Ianto glared pointedly at Owen-he knew, somehow, it was Owen's fault that he was covered in green alien goo in the first place.
"Actually, Ianto…." Owen started.
"It can wait, Owen," Ianto snapped, heading for the showers. A scream soon punctuated the silence of the hub, as a half-naked Ianto fled back up the stairs.
"Owen?!"
"Ianto," Owen answered, appreciatively.
"Alien spiders in the shower, Owen. Live ones. Big ones."
"I tried to warn you. I think what we found was a colonization ship-the spiders we found must have been scouts. And the rest of them were sort of hibernating in that green ooze until they found a sufficiently humid planet. Like our shower." Owen grinned. "Here, let me help you comb out your hair. You don't want to leave any; they've got a nasty bite."
"You're telling me I can't shower because the eggs will hatch?"
"Actually, they're more like stasis pods, not eggs," corrected Owen.
"Well, now you're just being nit-picky."