"Sorry," apologizes Andrew automatically in response to Donna's rant, even though it's not really him she's talking about. "I - he doesn't mean to, you know. Not usually, at least."

It occurs to him, belatedly, that this him won't have seen the Master looking the way Märet does, and might not have recognized him initially. He keeps his mouth shut, though - no sense telling him about the future, and the Doctor doesn't seem inclined to treat Märet like a potential enemy.

"It's never just space trash," he sighs, looking at the half-eaten banana in his hand. Märet turns to face him fully, interest piqued as always by the presence of food. Andrew switches the banana to his other hand, keeping it away from the meta-meta. "Not yours," he says. "I'll get you lunch later."