"Oh -- oh, right," says Andrew, embarrassed. He scrambles off of Ambrose, but stays the other side of the remaining two Jameses rather than go any nearer to his own double. "I can't," he says tersely, still looking at the other Andrew. "Tell who he is," he clarifies. Then he demands of the other him, "What are you?"

The Andrew with the knife relaxes a little despite the ongoing hostility from Andrew, lowering the blade now that he knows the Master has been subdued. He backs away a step or two, though, not trusting the being with his face not to do something rash and upsetting. "Oi, I could ask you the same thing!" he objects. "Is this something you did?" he asks the Master, gaze flicking down to the Time Lord on the floor.