Ianto stomped into the Hub, muttering under his breath, with Jack trailing along behind him.
“Ianto, calm down! It was a work related accident, Torchwood will pay for the repairs.”
“What happened?” Tosh asked, looking concerned.
“The Rift’s gone mental, that’s what! I think it has a grudge against me,” Ianto groaned, shoving his hands through his hair, making it stick up in all directions and dislodging bits of leaf.
“It’s not mental, just seasonal,” Jack explained, patting him comfortingly on the shoulder.
“Oh yeah? That’s no excuse for it to drop an entire bloody alien tree on my car!”