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The Tenth Doctor (lonely_god) wrote in silverage,

"Oh don't be daft," the Doctor immediately replied. "As if you could even fit a ship of that size into a New York City alleyway. On a roof, maybe, but I'm certainly not climbing up there. Already died by falling once, thank you. I don't care to do it again. What sort of automated medical bay do you mean? You said regeneration functions, but that's not Time Lord technology you're using. I'd know if it was."

The Doctor pulled himself to his feet, wincing as he did. He spared a moment to glance at Donna and was starled to see that she was speaking to another young woman, ginger, and Scottish by the sound of things. Time for that later, he decided. "You stay where you are. If I can't get the TARDIS to you, I'll have Donna flag down a cab or something." He hit a few switches on the console and pulled the monitor down for a look. "Are your shields up?" he asked, frowning. "If they are, take them down. Now. Bad enough the old girl has to cope with whatever's trapped us here without your tech keeping her from going where she needs to be. I'll call you back if she can't get through. Otherwise, expect a blue police box parked next to your ... whatever sort of ship it is ... in about ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. And have that med bay ready. I don't have time to wait for you to boot up the systems."