They Grip the Ground [Podfic]
Jack shook his head and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Gwen. We have the biggest Ronocijitikel trap in existence right here, right now."
Everyone looked at Ianto, who shrugged, having never seen anything labeled 'Ronocijitikel trap, extra-large' in the archives.
"Our imaginations," Jack said, and swept off towards the garage, his coat a snapping sail behind him. "Follow me!"