[He looks up and around, eyes surveying the familiar aspects of the hub. The white stone of the medical pit.]

Well, they do say you never really leave Torchwood.

[His voice is dark, still, but takes on a little more of a morose tone.]

Look, ah, Tosh. I'm sure you've thought of it, but there isn't anything we can do to get you out of there, is there?

[And an attempt at a sort of joke, though his expression looks a little pained:] There could be worse things than having two of you around.