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"Three hundred thousand," she repeats quietly, as though she can't quite believe that.

"The whole population of the planet is six billion," Ianto says. "I can't even picture that many naughts."

"I had heard that," Teyla says. "I...am still not entirely certain I believe it."

"I could show you pictures of Hong Kong."

"Hong Kong?" The name is vaguely familiar, but she can't quite place it.

"It's a city in China. It's very crowded. They're shoulder-to-shoulder on the streets."

"I cannot even imagine such a thing," Teyla says, looking at him like she thinks he is pulling her leg. "How can people live like that?"

"I've no idea," Ianto says. "I suppose you just get used to it, if you must."

She shakes her head, turning to look out the window. "It must be...suffocating."

"I imagine it is. Here, though, when it gets feeling too much I just go to the park, go for a walk along the Taff, and eventually it's fine.

"I used to live in London, the other capital--it's complicated, how Great Britain works--and it's an even bigger city, and it felt crowded except at rush hour."

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"It did not feel crowded at rush hour?" Teyla asks, confused.

Mun facepalms.

"Sorry, concentrating on driving. It only felt crowded at rush hour.

"Here's my flat," he says with relief as he pulls up in front of the block.

"Ah." Teyla had simply worried she didn't quite understand the concept of 'rush hour'.

She glances up at the building. "You live here?"

"Yes. There's an elevator so you won't have to take the stairs." He parks the car and gets out, and goes around the car to open the door for her.

Ianto might be gratified to know that he is probably the most gentlemanly person Teyla knows. She takes his hand for support as she gets out of the car, following him to the building.

If Ianto knew Sheppard, Ronan or McKay, he's understand.

"Um, do you know elevators?" he says as they walk inside. "They're . . . lifts. They, er, lift."

He knows Lorne, at least. That might add to his understanding.

"I am familiar with the concept, yes." It's how the people in Atlantis had described the transporters at first.

"All right."

He presses the Up button.

Familiar as she may be with the concept, she still reaches for his arm again as the elevator starts to move.

"Oh," she says in surprise. "I...you can feel it moving."

"Yes, sorry. It's on a pulley system. We haven't reached transporter levels yet."

It's a short ride.

"That is quite all right," Teyla says softly. The look on her face should be a good indication that she really rather thinks it was brilliant.

And apparently she was not the only one. As she steps off the elevator, she stops and presses a hand to her side, wincing just a little.

Ianto watches her, worried. "You can sit in my flat," he reassures her. "Put your feet up and--well, if you need a doctor the one I know best has terrible bedside manner but lots of knowledge and experience. So. Um."

"It is nothing," she assures him. "He is merely kicking."

And then, mostly because she wants to see if the idea unnerves him as much as it had John, she adds, "Would you like to feel?"

"The baby kicking?"

His face does several things, subtly.

"Certainly, yes." His palm hovers over her belly.

She smiles and takes his hand, pressing it to her belly, low on the right side.

"Dr. Keller says he will be a...soccer star."