he lifts his screwdriver to his face... and studies it, as if reading something written on it. then the device disappears back into his jacket pocket.

don't worry, Alan; not as though the Doctor can judge. he once spent several centuries with a severed robot head for company, after all. ]

Fascinating. Binary digit made manifest, plucked straight from the machine. [ he's looking at Bit now. ] How thoughtful of the Ingress, to provide you a little pal. [ points at it ] Keep up the good work.

[ and back to Alan: ] Tell me more about this indiscriminate teleport you've got nicking people across universes.