The Master blinked up at Romana, smiling briefly, easy and not as empty as it would have been before. "Hello. Did anyone ever tell you that you look sexy when you're angry, Madame President?"
Not an appropriate response to having a blaster aimed at his head. He didn't really care all that much. He turned his head to look at the Doctor as he struggled up to prop himself on his elbows.
"You, on the other hand, look like hell." He blinked, shaking his head. "This... feels entirely too nice." He meant having them standing over him, and the whole idea that he was at their mercy. Perhaps something had gone wrong with the regeneration.
He tried to poke at the building around him, hoping that at least he hadn't lost that, and frowned. "Oh, no. Bloody no." He glared at the ceiling. "You ungrateful pile of rubble!"