The Master had just enough time to start getting up when a voice called out asking if he was alright. No, not A voice. THAT voice. The Master quickly shoved the object he was holding into his suit so that is wasn't visible. It just wouldn't do letting the Doctor see that. It wouldn't do at all. As soon as the Doctor realized who he was, the Master stood up and brushed himself off. An amused look crossed his features as he replied. "Nice of you to ask Doctor, but I think I've got it in hand." He straightened his tie. "After all, if being shot didn't stop me, I doubt that a little dust would be fatal." The Masters face twisted into a hurt expression. "Why Doctor! It almost looks like you don't want to see me again."