Not usually too aware of people’s personal bubbles, the Doctor leans over the Sam now dubbed Flynn for a closer look at the PDA. Oh how he longed for his screwdriver, always need the bloody thing the minute it goes missing. “Well at least now we know our captive’s priorities. Old building, old medical equipment, new cameras and ways of communicating. Seems whoever is holding us here is more interested in capturing the moment than they are in our quality of life.”
He can’t help himself from casting a glance over at Rose. He did not get her back to her world in one piece just for her to be plucked up and thrown right back into danger. Shaking off those thoughts that did him no good at the moment, he forced a weak smile to the others. “I suppose the real question here is what makes us so important. Who are we all that someone would go to such an extent to collect us all and put us under this kind of scrutiny?”