"Can't just leave it here for them to have, can I? I like that sign.." He'd hook his instep into those hands and push up, feeling the other Time Lord boost him up so that the tips of his fingers knocked the sign. With some squirming he jostled it enough so that it would fall to the ground with a clatter.
As he'd hung up there he listened to what the Time Lord had to say. About home. About Eight. About the lack of a Time War. How could that have been?
When he stepped back out of that boost he nodded, reaching over to take up that sign and put it back under his arm. "Sounds like they like you," was the best he could manage. Instead of Gallifrey, this Doctor wound up in the bottom of a Satan Pit. Apparently for 'them' Time Locks did not apply.