"Might not be a bad idea to get you some sort of clothing," the Doctor agreed. "Who knows what situations we'll end up in here? Especially with you half-naked. Puts our danger levels at more than double."

He said the last with a small smirk. They needed to relax. Too many high emotions and fearful escapes. So, the Doctor did what he thought was best in 'should-be-relaxing' situations. He began to talk.

"I've been doing some thinking about our friend the Time Marquise." Very little else to do while Jack slept, actually. "On top of having a ridiculously pretentious name, the Marquise seems to be genuinely time-sensitive. Probably how he or she or whatever found us. And, probably how they contained us outside of time. With no Time Lords around, maybe the Marquise feeds on potential time disasters and prevents them to consume their possible damage. But time was passing around the extradimensional field, which means the Marquise might've been trying to stop any other time malfunctions. Like a certain very large and very unpleasant paradox occurring, at the time, right over our heads."