"You want to see me in cuffs, give me a good reason to stay in them. This isn't really a good enough reason," John pointed out as he continued to fiddle with the vortex manipulator, turning off the music. If he could undo the damage done to it by that sanctimonious asshole, he could get out of here before his deadline came and he had to turn himself in. Eventually Jack was going to hand him over, it was inevitable. It was all about finding a way to escape that before it happens.

"Who is he? Time travel authority. Is that what a Time Lord is?" Cause for the love of God, there were police for time travel now? How unfair. That was the least controllable thing. Rolling his eyes, he made no move to show Jack but he honestly didn't like the fact that the Doctor had fiddled with it either. He was still convinced something had been implanted or something. He might have to open it up later, check for trackers. "Why? Concerned for me? How sweet. I feel so very special right now."