"Only sort of, but don't worry," the Master answers Andrew, both hands on his throat, not tight enough to cut off his air, but certainly hard enough to be more than a little comfortable. He's trying to ignore Andrew's expression, watching the other two.

Ambrose and the Doctor are both paralysed as the train pulls into the next station and comes to a halt, the doors opposite of the ones where The Master's got Andrew pinned opening.

"Get. Out." The Master tells them, using his hand with the knife to point at the door, still holding Andrew with the other hand.