"Aly," Ianto echoes, like it will help him remember, like he will remember any of this in ten minutes, given the throbbing in his skull. "Ianto."

He gets a better look at her when she sits and prudently withholds any comments about being found out by a hipster uni kid. Better that than the police. Or someone monitoring the rift. There'd be too many questions and scant few answers about his equipment and its dubious origins.

His equipment. Damn. "Er," Ianto starts, and raises his shoulders from the ground just slightly, managing to tuck his elbow up to hold himself up. Something - somethings inside him are grinding unnervingly like sandpaper. "Not... not so keen on ambulances. Hospitals. Could you..." Ring someone who could be trusted not to ask questions or pass on any answers? Yup, that imaginary person. Ta. "I don't--"

He closes his eyes. His expression crumples briefly, but he recovers. "My... weather equipment," he continues, quieter, not so consumed by shock that a little wryness doesn't creep into the words. "It's very." Dangerous. "Classified."