The sound of a shot being fired drew the Doctor's attention, and he stepped into what appeared to be a hotel, tensed for a confrontation.
"Oh no, not you," he groaned as he took in the situation, and the greying man standing next to the front desk, facing off with Jack. "Well, at least better than finding you've taken over half a galaxy, I suppose." He sighedd, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was really not what he wanted right now. Just... no. Bad. Especially after his run-in with the other Master, the earlier regeneration.