"What?" The Doctor held the phone away from his ear and glared at it, as though that would change what Galen had said. "What?" He put it back to his ear, scowling, and said, "That's supposed to be Time Lord technology, not Vorlon modified Shadow technology, whatever that is. You and I are going to have a nice, long talk once this is over, but since I'm in something of a hurry, I'll let it go for now. Suppose we'll have to hope I fall somewhere in the type 12 range. Fifteen minutes," he reminded Galen. "Inside the cargo bay. Don't try to come into the box. We'll come out to you." With that, he hung up, hardly caring that he'd just been incredibly rude to a man who could, potentially, save his life.