The Doctor held up his hands in a defensive manner, as if he were scared of what Susan might hurl at him if he admitted to destroying his ship any further. "No, no, no! Honestly, I'm still painstakingly sorting the completely buggered from the potentially fixable," he explained, dropping his hands as he gave her a shrug.
"I still have to lift up the floor panels and get all the junk out from under there. I think half my console is in pieces under the grating. I might have to hoover it up and pick through the dust to find it all again. Hurricanes! What's the point?!" he asked, sighing dramatically as if they were a silly human invention rather than a natural occurence. "So, you can help with that exciting task. And you can start compiling a list of what spare parts I can steal from you," he added, giving her a cheeky nudge.