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Thanks. Don't mind if I do. [The Doctor drops down to sit beside Mal, back braced against the tree trunk, long legs drawn up so he can rest his arms against his knees.]
So then. Mechanical and engineering questions, was it? Don't suppose you'd care to be a bit specific. I'm old, you see, old and thick, and there's a lot rattling around in this old and thick skull of mine. I need a bit of prompting. Otherwise, I might spill the wrong ancient and sort-of-sacred-but-not-really Time Lord secrets to you, completely by accident.