The Doctor does a fair job of adopting a similar stance, a little less authoritative perhaps, as he stands just behind the Master’s shoulder. Let the Master run the show for a bit, he thinks, since he can already feel a bit of hysterical laughter starting in the pit of his stomach and they’ve just got here.

He gives the Rani a faintly appraising look and hopes the swirl of emotions he’s feeling doesn’t show in his eyes. –she looks… young, somehow. which is ridiculous because she can’t be that much younger than him. she could even be a bit older. maybe he’s just projecting because he feels like he was so much younger back then himself.–