Mitchell moved quickly through the TARDIS, gathering supplies. He found everything with not much trouble, and not for the first time he had the distinct impression that he was getting help with that. The TARDIS looking after her Doctor.
"Here," he said, coming back into the room. "Tea with sugar, with a pot for more." There was also a towel wrapped over his arm, and on a crowded tray, biscuits, a bowl of warm water, facecloth, a bottle of Dettol, and a basic med kit. He parked the lot on the floor.