John ran his hand over his hair, held his hand to the back of his neck, sighed loudly and shrugged. "I don't, and you know what my solution would be. If he's going to be here for a while though, find the Doc a safe place to stay away from here, yeah? He don't look good, and being near him is only going to make things worse, not better."
He exhaled deeply, and went to lean against one of the rails, leaning over until his head reached the bar.
"Listen," he said, somewhat calmer. "'M jus' finding it hard to get my head around all this. Think the guided tour around this gorgeous looking ship may have to wait for another time."
He looked upwards, and addressed the TARDIS at large. "Sorry, ol' girl. Another time, yeah?"
He looked askance at Jack and Romana. "I don't know. I jus' don't like the thought that he's here. My head's already been full of static. I don't want to be worryin' whether any of it's from him. I know, stupid. It won't be, but I can't help but think it. Think I need to go clear my head a bit."
He pushed up from the rail, getting ready to leave.