Jake's ears flickered as Abigail said something, and it took him a while to work out what she'd said. "I see it, yeah," he said, speaking to Abigail a lot nicer than he'd spoken to K9. "A robot dog. The Doctor looks after it."
The dog was speaking again. "How can you help?" he snapped. "Can you... Can... Can you fly on ahead, get things ready? Or, or first aid... or field medicine? Tell me, or I'm gonna run on ahead. I'll leave you here," he continued, clearly in no mood to fuck about. There were long-dead Marines yelling at him as he ran, so splitting his focus between everything was a real struggle.