At the same moment, the Doctor emerged from the open doorway and smacked her hand away.

"Don't," he said brusquely. -in their minds he drew back from the Master a little, giving the other more space in his own head and hopefully less worry about (he wishes the Master didn't still, after everything the Doctor has seen, feel like he had to be) hiding the drums. But his own end of the link he widened, almost as wide as he had opened himself for Psyche. (No more hiding from you.)-

"Ninety three thousand eight hundred fifty six point six five eight three nine."