Ianto brewed a batch of coffee, mindful of making an extra mug. He heard someone stepping through the door, and felt a wave of guilt and remorse wash over him, along with a thread of compassion.
"You have to know, I was the one who last checked on them Ianto. I was the one who said all clear." Gwen stood there, her hands behind her back as she rocked on her heels, her head cast down.
"It's not your fault Gwen, we've all been off our game. We are all to blame for this happening, so don't take it to heart, yea?" The woman nodded, and the Welshman felt her guilt ease, as warmth flowed through her once more.
"I brought you a shirt from the lockers. I figured you wouldn't want to wear your other one, or run around shirtless all say." Ianto blushed again. Noticing for the first time the state that he was in.. "Though I doubt our captain would mind." As if to accentuate this point, they looked up, to see Jack gazing down at Ianto, phone to his ear. He felt anxiety and anger pouring of his captain, but chalked it up to his usual UNIT feelings. The Welshman laughed slightly, taking the shirt from Gwen and pulled it on.
"Have you found anything out about were UNIT could be?" Gwen chewed her lip nervously.
"No. UNIT has actually been keeping a low profile. Not one person has seen anything of them all day." The Welshman nodded, pouring each coffee while he mulled over this news.
"Do you think Tosh has made any headway?" The Welshman lifted the tray, and shrugged.
"Anything's possible. Though I think that we would make more progress if Jack can get through to UNIT." Gwen nodded, pulling her mug off of the tray. They walked out into the HUB, to see Tosh nearly screaming at her computer.
"You worthless, no good, bloody, wanker!" She smashed her keyboard onto the floor. Ianto sidestepped the projectile component.
"I take it that you haven't had any luck with UNIT." The Welshman said, setting a mug of coffee on her desk. The technician turned, her breathing ragged and her fists clenched at her sides. She heard a cough, and saw the shocked expression on Owen's face and her cheeks warmed.
"No, I've been blocked at every turn. UNIT obviously does not want us knowing what's going on, and I cannot get past them, no matter what I try." She slammed her mouse down once more, frustrated by her lack of success. The Welshman patted her shoulder reassuringly, before picking up her keyboard and examining it.
"Well this one isn't going to be of much use any longer, let me get Jack his coffee, and then I'll get you another one." He tucked it under his arm, turning on his heels and walking up the steps towards said office. Gwen disconnected her keyboard, passing it over to Tosh.
"It may be a while before he comes back, best if you use mine for now." Tosh nodded, hooking up the new keyboard and stating a satellite scan of Cardiff. She would find UNIT if it meant destroying dozens of keyboards in the process.