[Along with Jordon, there appears Sam Tyler. The man has got his gameface on- this is serious business, after all. His pistol is stashed in the pocket of his leather jacket, one hand clenched around it. The other is at his side, tense; his whole demeanour is one of a man ready to fling himself into a battle and sod the consequences; it's a curious combination of his own natural bull-headedness, and something he's picked up from Gene Hunt.]

[If you looked carefully, though, you might detect a hint of righteous glee dancing about the edges of him; the same sort of thing the Doctor gets when confronted by danger]

Davros.

[He regards him with scorn]

The Doctor isn't the only person here who knows who you are, what you've done; bloody rich, you talking about turning people into weapons.

[And turning to look at the Doctor, his own face hardens, like it's a physical pain for him to see the Doctor like this.]