That's the problem with terrible pockets -- it doesn't take the Master long at all to finally get what he wants, despite the Doctor trying to push the man off him. The Doctor tries to smooth his ruffled clothes and hair back in order as he watches the Master turn to twiddle around with downed horse. Broken gears squeak, grinding against each other as the Doctor frowns at the back of the other Time Lord's back, trying to see what he's doing and not having a very good vantage point.

"What are you up to?" the Doctor can't resist asking. There hardly looks like there's enough for the Master to create a weapon...