The Doctor needed to get his eyes checked, because it was Rachel that he had been watching warily, not Jamie.
"We can't just go and sit in Quarantine," he argued, gritting his teeth trying to hold back the antsy jitters he was getting. He didn't want to tell them about his mother. He never wanted to tell anyone about his mother. He'd already gotten enough of that from her being dead. Except he didn't really have a choice otherwise, did he? "There's a slug in my mother's head, and we've got no chance of getting it out of her if we're in Quarantine. You really think that nothing 'bad' will happen with Visser One out there, huh?"
He glared at Rachel, before crossing his arms and looking away. He didn't want to think about this. Didn't want to think about anything other than finding Visser One. But he still didn't know the answer to that question, and he knew he needed an answer. For one, long moment, he didn't say anything. Then with the decision made, he looked back at Rachel, his voice quiet now. "How many times did you morph the starfish?"
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"We can't just go and sit in Quarantine," he argued, gritting his teeth trying to hold back the antsy jitters he was getting. He didn't want to tell them about his mother. He never wanted to tell anyone about his mother. He'd already gotten enough of that from her being dead. Except he didn't really have a choice otherwise, did he? "There's a slug in my mother's head, and we've got no chance of getting it out of her if we're in Quarantine. You really think that nothing 'bad' will happen with Visser One out there, huh?"
He glared at Rachel, before crossing his arms and looking away. He didn't want to think about this. Didn't want to think about anything other than finding Visser One. But he still didn't know the answer to that question, and he knew he needed an answer. For one, long moment, he didn't say anything. Then with the decision made, he looked back at Rachel, his voice quiet now. "How many times did you morph the starfish?"