It took a bit of effort, but the Doctor eventually turned his attention back to the tea he was making. It had been quite some time since he had made tea last, but he had done it often enough that he still remembered the steps.
Frowning, he handed a cup to Romana once it was finished, then took a seat. "Well, that plan is well enough," he mused, reaching up to run his hand through his hair once more, making it stand at various odd angles. He was fully aware that he never had one way that stopped the Daleks every time. All their meetings had been vastly different, ranging from mass destruction to seeing one ask for death.
That was the oddest of the bunch.
But not once had it been easy, and every time he'd seen people die.
"Dalekanium would help, but it'd be hard to get. I got my hands on some not too long ago, but they were putting it on a tower." Plus, that particular sect had been a bit more batty than usual.