Jack stands in the office with something of a falsely stern expression on his face. No doubt he's trying to appear like the perfect figure of authority here to his new employee. To adopt that aloof nature he so often does around his staff. Keeping them at arms length. With Ianto though, there's a little more. There's Torchwood One like a shadow behind him. Jack knows only too well what the required reading for employees was there, and he knows too that his name crops up in it at least once. He doesn't know how much Ianto knows about him, but he intends to find out.

"Welcome to Torchwood." he intones with a slight lift of his head. Reaching out an arm he gestures to the room around him, the dilapidated and woefully ignored tourist office. "This area will be yours. Public face of Torchwood, we like to keep it stocked." He chooses to ignore the fact that it's anything but. "That'll be up to you."

He turns his head back and slowly paces until he's behind the desk. Underneath it he presses a button. The front door locks and the inner wall swings open.

"I hope you know what you've let yourself in for."