"Tandy--pleasure." Ianto echoes, shaking her hand with a brief, firm but cordial grip before releasing her. The assessing look goes nowhere, because her open suspicion only deepens the kinship he feels for this girl.

"You on your own then, Tandy?" he asks, withdrawing his hand, his tone carefully mild in its curiosity. "No parents or guardian 'round? Not looking to cause trouble, but if you're on your own it can't hurt to have a name in your phone book who's of age and really can't be arsed to ask too many questions--only cares to see that you don't end up arrested, injured, or dead. Back where I come from, I'm also paid quite well to lie professionally, so I'm very good at it should you have a need."