The Master simply gave the Doctor a look. One he might of given a small annoying child trying to put it's sticky hands on his nice new coat. "No. If I had, don't you think I would of said? Something along the lines of 'gee, doesn't this look familiar'?" the Master pointed out with a roll of his eyes, shifting further along to try and work this mess out. He didn't know what was happening or why he was here but he definitely had a headache.

Caused, once more, by his best enemy. It was shocking how he was more capable of hurting his head than the drums.

"Doctor, please stop chirping away and explain," the Master complained, not needing the whole show and dance he gave his companions. A plain answer would work. "That rather ugly sounding alarm isn't getting any nicer."