"Anyway, if you could print that off." The Doctor smiled, sitting down on the chair again. "Thanks." Clare nodded, pressing a button the print off the list. "Thanks, then." He moved to stand up when she handed out a piece of paper to him. "Oh, what's that?"

"My telephone number." Clare smirked as Zara raised her eyebrows at the woman.

The Doctor frowned, "What for?" He asked, confused.

"Health and Safety." Clare smirked evern more. "You be health, I'll be safety."

"Aah. Aah." He stammered. "But. That contravenes ah, paragraph five, subsection C. Sorry." He got up, following Zara, who had stormed towards the printer, only to find no list. He winced, not noticing Zara glare into space unemotionally, moving back over to Clare, laughing nervously. "Me again."