"Hey," Jack said firmly, sensing the other man's displeasure, "don't beat yourself up about it, okay? We'll figure it out. But you're right. Much as I would love to watch you battle monsters in your underwear, we should put some clothes on. C'mon..." He led Ianto back out into the bedroom and started getting out everything that he'd need: a fresh t-shirt, another button-down, his trousers, his braces, belt. Jack had more pieces of his outfit than the average man did, but just as he could get out of them in a split second, he could dress into them almost as fast too, and it wasn't too long before Jack was fully dressed, rolling the cuffs of his shirt up to his elbows. He thought about grabbing his gun.

"What were you doing when you saw this in the mirror? Were you thinking of anything to do with what you saw? Did they seem to be aware of you at all?" Jack needed the information to know whether it was something that might have been generated by Ianto's thoughts, or if this might even be a threat against the pair of them.