Yeah, ah β [He pinches the bridge of his nose.] Okay.
[I mean, sure, the Doctor can stand in one place and do the whole rundown for Quentin. But heβs already pacing left and right in the hall. All the while stepping over the little busy bots.]
Well, letβs just get this out of the way. [He stops and gestures at Quentin.] No. You are not dead. Nor is this some high-tech superhighway to your next existential destination.
[He continues with his pace. In fact, instead of pacing back and forth, the Doctor simply opts for walking down the halls. All this dawdling is cramping his style.]
We are inside a space station launched millions of light-years away from where you probably came from. Thatβs the boring answer. Don't make me repeat it again.
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[I mean, sure, the Doctor can stand in one place and do the whole rundown for Quentin. But heβs already pacing left and right in the hall. All the while stepping over the little busy bots.]
Well, letβs just get this out of the way. [He stops and gestures at Quentin.] No. You are not dead. Nor is this some high-tech superhighway to your next existential destination.
[He continues with his pace. In fact, instead of pacing back and forth, the Doctor simply opts for walking down the halls. All this dawdling is cramping his style.]
We are inside a space station launched millions of light-years away from where you probably came from. Thatβs the boring answer. Don't make me repeat it again.