[WHO] The Doctor and HIS TARDIS. And her legs. [WHAT] ... [WHERE] His other TARDIS [WARNINGS] FUCK YES.
Those three minutes were spent preparing. And by preparing, the Doctor actually tried to straighten up his room in the TARDIS he still had with him.
It was dusty.
Dusty and full of books, a piece of coil and three bits of wire. Other various knick knacks were stacked here and there, not to mention a bed that hadn't been slept in since who knew when. At least the blankets were fluffy and the sheets were clean. And when she arrived, she would find him trying to find an extra pillow in a closet so that she would be comfortable once he finally got down to business.
It was nervous energy he was expending. Nervous? The Doctor? You bet.