Well, the dandy with the sharp tongue had a few words to say. They were pathetic insults, of course, but at least he was trying in comparison to the rest of the cowering crew. Why hadn't the Doctor met him earlier? The bloke seemed a decent sort, if a little weak against the cold.

"Right, well, I'm not planning on dying any time soon, mate," the Doctor replied with a lopsided grin, "Too much trouble to be had."

The sound of female crying downstairs stilled the smile from his face. Reinette.

"I'm the ship's doctor," he snapped to the man who was set to watch them, "And if you lot are planning on passing around the women downstairs, I'll have you know they're exceptionally ill with Gratuititus Forgoraistus, which is a very nasty flesh-eating disease. Highly contagious, which is why we had them away from the rest of the crew."