The Master looked at Romana, and shrugged. "Not my worry right now. The fact that I've regenerated, and you'll probably find me before I find a safe place to hide? Well, that would be my worry."
"Oh, I can think about doing something all I like, for all the good it'll do me." The Master sauntered along the road, squinting up at the sky, and poking at the environment, wondering if it was just the building. He didn't get anything more than a desultory rain drop that splashed in his eye.
"That's not bloody fair!" He shook his head, rubbing at his eye, a scowl on his face. "Nice new body, crappy new brain," he muttered, annoyance in his tone.