[There's a pause as Eight takes in the message, the subtle tones in the background completely lost to the current poor state of his hearing.

Once he thinks he's got the message, he responds.]

I was glad to do it, Jack. I couldn't let you get yourself killed. And yes, Ianto did contact me about it. Nice fellow. Great coffee, even if it isn't my usual beverage of choice. He seemed so proud of it, I couldn't say no.

...is there...something else wrong, Jack?