"No, he's a ruthless little menace who should be locked up," Jack replied, mostly complaining to himself. It had been a very long time since he'd last heard the Master referred to as Saxon, but now wasn't the time to dwell on past memories from his time on the Valiant. He set the food down on the desk and shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he listened to her explanation. "Oh... Doctor trouble. Now that is a problem I know about all too well. Wait... what do you mean you have to die?" he asked in concern.