"Not good," mutters Andrew under his breath. "Really, very, extremely, primo not good."

He stills after a moment, though his breathing is coming on fast whether he likes it or not. He has to be smart about this, has to think his way out, because obviously it isn't happening any other way.

"What is it you're after?" he asks aloud, trying to sound brash and dismissive. "Don't you think it's a bit petty to pass up an opportunity to help one another for revenge? Hmm? We both want to circumvent the rift, and since you're still here I'm assuming your TARDIS is feeling under the weather, am I right?"