"We could," the Doctor said, in that politely icy tone saying he most certainly won't. "Or you could help me try to get a diphasic accelerator together and we could skip staying in here."
The Doctor tried to maneuver his way toward the doors, not quite trusting the Master to the point of leaving him alone in the TARDIS, despite the Ohm outside in the Hanger. In his opinion, the Master was far more dangerous inside the TARDIS than any acid-spitting giant bugs and he was more tense than he let on as he glanced up at the Master. So far he'd been...well, he wouldn't call it helpful, but maybe plotting in an almost-helpful direction might be more accurate. Could be possibly a self-preservation thing. After all, the Master had shown to be remarkably good at it.
He struggled with the conduits, trying to drag them all together next to the flipped door and feeling that gravity shift at something slammed into the TARDIS. He fought to keep his footing as he began trying to sonic the bits and bobs together.
Unfortunately, whatever shields they had active right now probably weren't going to do much good in the long run -- somehow he didn't think they'd survive Stacy blowing up around them and anyway, he rather liked Stacy! The idea of her blowing up wasn't a particularly nice one. He found himself glancing up every now and then as he frantically worked to make sure the Master was still in the room with him.
Okay, so I guess thread order is now Jess->Ans->Camille->Liz?
The Doctor tried to maneuver his way toward the doors, not quite trusting the Master to the point of leaving him alone in the TARDIS, despite the Ohm outside in the Hanger. In his opinion, the Master was far more dangerous inside the TARDIS than any acid-spitting giant bugs and he was more tense than he let on as he glanced up at the Master. So far he'd been...well, he wouldn't call it helpful, but maybe plotting in an almost-helpful direction might be more accurate. Could be possibly a self-preservation thing. After all, the Master had shown to be remarkably good at it.
He struggled with the conduits, trying to drag them all together next to the flipped door and feeling that gravity shift at something slammed into the TARDIS. He fought to keep his footing as he began trying to sonic the bits and bobs together.
Unfortunately, whatever shields they had active right now probably weren't going to do much good in the long run -- somehow he didn't think they'd survive Stacy blowing up around them and anyway, he rather liked Stacy! The idea of her blowing up wasn't a particularly nice one. He found himself glancing up every now and then as he frantically worked to make sure the Master was still in the room with him.