“Do you remember where you parked the TARDIS, idiot?” he asks softly, narrowing his eyes in what he hopes looks something like jaded concern.
The Doctor smiles that cheeky shit grin at the Master and shrugs his shoulders elegantly upward and back down again. He says, “Oh she’s somewhere back at the Citadel. I wouldn’t worry. What’s that look for? Trying on a new coat, are we?” he ambles down the dusty path, picking his footing against some small jagged rocks and a bit of loose brush. “We enter the Canyon here, then trail down in a spiral. Come along Koschei-I’m certain old Borusa has sand-beetles in his pants!”
As the man strides away down the narrow trail of high-jutting rocks, the Master wills a shudder from his muscles.
“God damn it, Theta,” he mutters to the dry air as he takes a step, then another, then another toward the other man’s retreating shadow, “…wake up soon or we’re all dead. And then I’ll be pissed.”