The Master's smile graduated to a full-on grin. He only wished he could sit up, get closer. Throttle the living daylights out of her. Then this would have been perfect. He'd have to settle for, well, unsettling her from here, and hope she didn't notice quite how vulnerable he was at the moment.

"Hmm. Well, I decided death was so boring. Much more interesting things to do here, wouldn't you agree?" He chuckled, ignoring the pounding in his head that wasn't entirely drums.

"Oh, Martha, Martha, Martha Jones. You still don't know the first thing, do you? As if one little bullet could stop me."