Their guests turned out to be wealthy honeymooners on a luxury cruise whose lifepod had accidentally been jettisoned during a safety drill. They’d been getting low on air and had thought themselves doomed, so were very grateful to be rescued.
Back at the Hub, Owen examined them, pronouncing them healthy despite their ordeal, though rather giddy from breathing an atmosphere with higher oxygen content than their own.
Ianto could’ve told him that. The aliens were currently dancing around him, apparently their species’ way of expressing gratitude. Ianto thought it looked exhausting, but they’d been dancing for almost thirty minutes with no sign of tiring. Maybe giving them coffee hadn’t been the best idea.
Fortunately, Tosh managed to contact the spaceliner, which sent a shuttle to collect the lost passengers. They arranged to meet it on a hill outside Cardiff.
Ianto wasn’t particularly surprised when the ship’s captain insisted on performing the dance of gratitude. What did surprise him was the bag of star sapphires he was given as a reward, and being told the couple intended to name their firstborn after him.
As the shuttle departed, Jack grinned at Ianto.
“Hard to say who made the bigger splash,” he teased.