Tempus frowned a touch and turned, looking back in the direction she had been pointing in. He stood and turned, walking forward. Slowly, he reached into his inside jacket pocket and tugged free his sonic screwdriver. All the while, his eyes were fixed upwards towards the sky.
He reached outwards and extended the screwdriver until it clicked into place in the blink of an eye. The device whirred and resonated as sharply as it always did, while he tried to pick up on something. Anything... Lowering the screwdriver, he looked at the reading with a confused expression. "That's... that's impossible..."