He can feel the blade against his neck and forces himself to lay still, his eyes scanning carefully over the other's face slowly. He was mistaken when he'd read the othr before, only able to notice now the reason for the silence. The man seemed cognizant enough to chase him down, but the haze in those bright yellow eyes were enough of a hint that he didn't answer because he simply couldn't.
He's not ready for the sudden nothingness that comes with the other's grip, the sensation leaving him somewhat dizzy as they arrive. Even though he's laying on the cell floor now, his fingers are still tingling slightly from the tight grip he'd had on the other. It takes a moment for the doctor to collect himself, but only a moment.
He notices the bars first then the sight beyond, his heart dropping slightly when he spots the TARDIS. "Oh darling...what are those nasty men trying to do to you?", he asks softly, moving to the bars before thinking better of it. She can withstand a lot more abuse than those men can deal out, so the damage is more...sentimental than anything really.
He turns his attention to the man in the cell with him, the sudden nervousness from someone who'd seemed so focused before disconcerting. He approaches slowly, kneeling in front of him. "Are you alright?", he asks softly, almost as if the other hadn't been the reason he'd ended up trapped here. In fact, the other seems just as trapped as he is at the moment.