The long-haired fellow was, The Doctor decided, not overly friendly. Then again, the circumstances of their meeting were not exactly happy ones. And he could certainly understand a bit of snappish behaviour, given what rested in the arms of Booker. Everybody did not live here, and The Doctor was suddenly quite aware of exactly how useless he ultimately was in a place like this.
He gave the church one last glance, took in the details. Whatever was there was evil, and The Doctor could tell. But he had an idea that whatever the unspeakably evil thing was, it hadn't killed Elizabeth.
Or if it had, he couldn't imagine that it would have let go of the girl in the not-for-school school uniform. The Doctor grimaced and stepped back, away from the major part of the building. This was not the place for a man like him. These people needed The Doctor, but he was useless here, unable to help beyond body removal.
And really, wasn't The Doctor supposed to arrive just in time to stop the bodies being found? More appropriately, to stop there being bodies in the first place.
"Ah.. yes, I rather think I'm coming," he said, and put the church to his back to follow on the heels of the other two men. What use was The Doctor, if he couldn't even save one?