He sat, awkwardly, on the bench, feeling almost like he was a student about to be chastised. No cuffs, no checking for weapons. Beatrice must've known him well enough, at least.

Don't you dare. The way the Doctor spoke internally was surprisingly aggressive, his voice inside translating the anger he didn't normally show to Jack. But Jack was his responsibility. Jack was the person he needed to protect from himself.

Maybe, in that way, he could also save himself. Was that the sort of man the Doctor was, now? Saving people in order to save himself?

You could try walking past them. If they're androids, they may not be programmed to recognize you.