The Doctor was fine with John taking charge—he seemed to know what he was doing, the others listened to him, he had a goal in mind and his motives were clear. Even the fact that he was an obvious ‘military type’ didn’t deter him as much as it usually did because, seriously, that seemed to be the best way to take out most of the smaller Ohm, so they were good to have around at least as a means of clearing out the grunts so that the more specialized creatures could be dealt with skillfully.

BUT. If there was one thing that would get on his nerves if it didn’t stop soon, it was—

“—Kindly refrain from calling me ‘Doc’, if you would be so—“ the Doctor folded his arms and attempted to address the quickly dissipating group, looking flustered, “—kind—“

He frowned and gave up. Annoying abbreviations could be ignored for the time being; meanwhile, the Doctor was headed back for the shuttle, giving the Engineer (”How quaint.”) a friendly nod as he passed the front cabin. He was, of course, momentarily intrigued by what she was doing, and probably would’ve inquired further if there weren’t Ohm biting at their heels. So to speak.

Well, Ohm and Jamie. The Doctor motioned at his two companions with a jerk of the head as he hopped into the back of the vehicle (pointedly notpicking up a weapon from the humvee beforehand) and staked out a place to sit for the ride over. Jono got a similarly polite smile as he found a spot by one of the ramps.

“—Right. Come along then, no time to waste!”