The Doctor brightened seeing the two approach, glad they were so quick and also clearly anxious to get started. She was rocking a bit on her feet- a habit she had when she was excited or nervous. Maybe a bit of both. But there wasn't time to dwell, instead, she ushered them both to follow her as soon as she greeted them.
"Prompt as ever, good! Come on, we don't have much time," she opened the door and ushered them both in.
And, of course, it was bigger on the inside should either of them never been before, the Doctor walking past the two of them to the large central console of the yellow-glowing room, then turning on a heel to explain.
"Alright, so good news or bad news first? Nevermind. Bad news: by the TARDIS' calculations, we only have about 24 hours until whatever is out there tears its ways through whatever magical shield is up there. Good news! I think we figured out a way to sync the TARDIS with it. I mean, it's theoretical and probably risky. But the odds of not trying are worse. This is at least 10,347 to 1. But I'm not worried, we've probably survived worse, right?"