The drums were so loud. The drums... and the screams. The sound and smell of burning flesh, of hot metal expanding and whizzing by in the atmosphere above the planet. The Master couldn't hear anything else, and he was startled almost clear out of his skin when someone touched him. He looked up and into the eyes of...

The Master's eyes narrowed from full-on bulging panic to... slightly less so, and a good deal more irritated. Oh, for Rassilon's sake.

"Don't touch me," he hissed feverishly, his voice barely audible to himself above the racket in his head. "And yes, it's safe. Go away. Find your own spot. You're going to attract its attention." If he could get Jamie and this other human to draw the Dalek's fire back out of the Medbay, all the better.