At almost exactly the same time as yesterday, another scream reached the control room. This time, though, the Doctor was prepared for it, and continued calmly playing with something on the console when Rose burst in.
"Is that supposed be funny?"
"What?" The Doctor turned round and attempted to give Rose his best innocent smile. Seeing that this time she was dressed in nothing but a bath towel didn't do much for the innocent act, but he quickly picked his mouth up off the floor with an, "I don't know what you're talking about," and turned back to his work.
Rose reached for his jacket and spun him back round, exercising a veritable death grip on his collar as their noses almost touched.
"You got rid of the dummy, I'll give you that, but what on Earth is a life-size model of a Slitheen doing hiding in my clothes?"
The Doctor didn't reply, so Rose – impossibly, he'd have thought – yanked him even nearer.
"I told you. I'm not –"
"-going in there until I get rid of it," the Doctor finished, earning a raised eyebrow from his captor. "Suits me."