Whatever the Master was thinking, whatever he'd shared with Sobek, he wasn't sharing now. He wasn't even acknowledging the rest of them. Since he'd arrived he'd mostly sat in a corner, well away from the rest of the group, and leaned his head against the wall with his eyes closed in irritation. He wasn't acknowledging them, but he couldn't help listening.

And what the Doctor said? Well, it rankled.

"You think?"

He'd been close. He'd be so very close to getting 'off-planet', to taking Sobek's precious Time Lord-inspired technology and making it into something truly glorious. And leaving that so-called god to burn in his wake. Now it seemed he'd die in his own filth alongside the Doctor and his hopelessly optimistic apes. Rankled didn't even begin to cover it.