The Master stopped worrying his velvet coat with his teeth and attempted to look sheepish, but the sentiment wasn't genuine and his cat's face wouldn't cooperate. He edged a bit closer and turned to face Andrew and Maret full on.

"Patience, young one," he counselled. "We won't be like this long. We just need to find the energy source. That's, no doubt, where the Doctor will be, as well. You can ride in my coat pocket, if you're worried about predators."