Romana stared at that strange first sentence, snatched the Doctor's blaster out of his slack hand, kicked the Master's screwdriver out of his hand, and pointed the blaster in his face.
"That's the least of your worries at the moment," she said, coldly furious.
The Master tried to get his feet, absently kicked off his too tight shoes, while the Doctor came to support him. "Romana's all right," he said, blinking in her direction.
"Yeah," the Doctor choked out, trying not to cry. "She's fine."
The Master nodded, vague. Trying to get his thoughts together, although that was a losing battle. Then he smiled,, brilliantly. And stumbled.