"Ahhhh." Honestly, cleaning up would never have occurred to the Doctor, but Fred seemed to think it was a good idea. It was the polite thing to do, but they were in a hurry. People to save, and all. He frowned and narrowed his lips to a thin line. "No. We'll swing back 'round once we've finished at the asylum."
Because he'd find his time machine and then it wouldn't matter how long they'd been gone. Right.
"Of course I got you out." The Doctor scoffed, but the sarcasm didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were concerned. "You've a head on you, Fred. I expect it'll only get better now that it's not addled by whatever drugs they'd pumped into you."
She'd need that head. They were going to get into the asylum and they were going to set people free.