The Doctor looked numbly down at the gun in his hand as if he wasn't quite sure how it had got there. He shoved it into his coat pocket, and pushed his way through to the Master.
"She's right," he said to the Master, shoving his hands deep into his pockets to stop himself reaching out to forcibly remove the jacket. "Come on. There's a nice room with a bed just down the corridor where you can rest, and once you're in there I'll get you some tea."