Tilting his head, the Brigadier considered that. It would be quite the shock, he supposed, to see how much UNIT had changed since— well, since he’d been…gone. No one he knew would be there, anymore, and a small pang of sadness hit as he realized just how much he’d truly lost. Steeling himself against it to consider it later, Alistair smiled at the Doctor. “It seems the best course of action.” He replied, carefully, choosing his words to present the proper face. Glad for the change of subject, he shrugged. “What’s recommended?” Alistair peered at the menu he’d barely glanced at. Frankly, food seemed to have changed a bit too, and he wasn’t sure he approved.
“Any of the sandwiches, and the grilled chicken is quite good,” Ianto said. He closed his menu, deciding on water and a plate of chips and perhaps a sandwich. Setting his closed menu down, Ianto glanced at the Brigadier again. He wondered how the older man was taking being thrown forward in time.
“I suppose I’ll be getting the grilled chicken, then.” Alistair replied, flashing a smile towards Ianto. The young man seemed to be rather curious about him, which he supposed was understandable. He didn’t think he was all that interesting, but his situation certainly was. “I’ll trust in your judgement, Mr. Jones.” Although, taking a glance around the establishment, most of the food appeared to be delicious. It didn’t seem as if he could take a wrong turn- unlike stumbling into the future with rather alarmingly quickly.