The Doctor had been doing his own gathering of materials and a few supplies for the Tardis when he took note of a screwdriver that fell from the young girl’s bag. He kneeled down, gathering up the tool while calling out to the nervous Violet in a kind of deep sounding English accent “Oh miss! Miss! You dropped your …” He looked down at the item in his hand. A smile slowly formed noting what it was. How like him she was, carrying around a screwdriver in her bag “screwdriver.”
Merrily he made his way over to the girl his mouth formed into a large broad smile. There was a jovial manner about the towering male as he offered the screwdriver to Violet “I do believe this belongs to you my dear girl…” He said, his expression warm and brilliant as the very sun that graced the heavens above them. “Lovely device… I have one of my own though it is rather sonic,” The Doctor added, running a hand through his feral curls.