The door of the Information Centre slammed open with gusto, wind and rain hurling itself into the small room along with one rather drenched looking female. Ianto rounded the desk, hurrying to help her shut the door tightly against the high powered winds. Managing that, Ianto turned to look at the sodden creature before him. Gwen stood, shivering under the short leather jacket and jeans combo she wore. Her hair was windswept into knots and her converse trainers squelched loudly as she shifted awkwardly in her wet clothes.
“Thanks.” She gasped out a little breathlessly.
“Did you walk to work?” Ianto asked with a note of incredulity in his voice as he moved to step behind the front desk a moment before disappearing momentarily through the beaded curtain.
“Had to take my car in for servicing,” Gwen explained, “I took the bus down. This-,” she indicated distastefully to herself as Ianto re-appeared with a mop and bucket and a hand towel which he passed to her, “-thanks. This is only from walking the length of the Plass.” She shivered. “I didn’t think I’d make it down. That wind is scary!”
Ianto nodded, already mopping up the sodden patch of ground before the doorway. “You should have called. One of us would have picked you up.”
Gwen smiled and shrugged. “I’ll be sure and remember that for next time.”
Setting the mop and bucket to the side, Ianto casually flipped the sign on the door from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ and turned the locks.
“I doubt anyone will be planning sightseeing trips down to the bay today.” Ianto said by way of explanation. Gwen nodded emphatically.
“It’s rather doubtful,” she agreed, using the hand towel to pat the wetness from her hair before then trying to tug it into some semblance of normality. She gave up with a defeated sigh when her fingers became awkwardly tangled themselves.
“Am I right in assuming you’ve a spare set of clothes kept away for emergencies such as this?” Ianto asked.
“Oh! Oh yes!” Her eyes lit up. “I’d forgotten about that.”
Ianto smiled politely. “Then let’s get you down to the shower rooms and warmed up?” Gwen nodded, feeling cheered up at the very thought.
“I suspect a coffee wouldn’t go amiss either?”
Gwen laughed, her face splitting into a wide smile.
“Oh, Ianto, don’t ever change!”
Ianto inclined his head, smiling a little smugly as he depressed the button behind the information desk, opening up the passageway that led down into the bowels of the hub
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