Maybe an intrusive ad popped up while he was Space Googling himself, but he definitely X'd out of it, and also maybe the TARDIS should have AdBlock installed like every other machine in the universe. If the Torchwood Mainframe could withstand the assault of Owen's porn browsing habits, the TARDIS can surely survive a pop-up or two.

"I shudder to think," Ianto says, highly dubious, as he checks both the console and his hand to make sure there isn't some - he doesn't know - coupon code lasered onto his skin or something. Have humans even made it out this far? Surely they get loads of complaints about the accuracy. And the safety. "Has Callie ever... had Christmas? Is that a thing she does?" Does Ianto want her to start here?