Yes, definitely in a jar, or maybe a nice vase, it's that melodic. He can hear the home in it. Not his home, sure, but it's like smelling someone's house the first time you visit and feeling a bit overwhelmed. Somewhere below the surface a part of Cecil's mind is filing this accent away in case he ever has to quote Ianto on the radio. He may or may not be successful. "Shame. I mean, it's not like you're speaking modified Sumerian, right?" Cecil laughs and shakes his head.

"What did you do before New York?" He's still pulling from the interviewy question pile, but it's a legitimate enough curiosity. Who survives displacement by the rift, and how?