Owen was concerned. Ianto and Tosh had returned from a simple Rift retrieval apparently empty-handed.
That wasn’t what was bothering him though; something fishy was going on. Gun in hand he approached them.
“Hands where I can see them.”
“Do it!” When they complied, he continued, “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Tosh and Ianto.”
“Owen, what’s got into you? Did you lose your contacts again?”
“You look like my friends, but you’re not. I heard you, talking in your alien language.”
Tosh giggled. “Owen, we were speaking Japanese! I’m teaching Ianto.”
“I knew that.”