"Very rarely do myself any favours, really. Doesn't pay off. I'm an ungrateful bastard." The Doctor rested on one leg so he could raise the other and rub his knee reassuringly. "Sure, they look nice, but I'm not quite sold on marble floors as far as comfort's concerned."

He did try to go for his pocket and get the screwdriver, but the guards caught his arms and forced them back down. This was going to get old really fast.

"Well. This is nice and all and I'd love to stay and chat, but I feel like we have to clear up some misunderstandings first. What do you call yourself again?"