"Well," The Doctor drew out, leaning to the side from the chair back. "Maybe this specific place."

"But it is still crawling with hundreds of people that weren't meant to be here, ever, at all," There's emphasis, but even in concern, there's something electric and up beat in it. The smallest of possibilities, existing all around them even now, right here, in the ship, in the very room, that time kept being ripped open over. "--and they definitely aren't being taken care of in any manner they might have been previous getting dropped into this place.