"Techno Mage." The Doctor tried out the word. The edge of his cheek tugging his mouth toward something of a startlingly manic smile, while he shook his head, harkening back to that same earlier thought. Except the words were absolutely enchanted, amused, adoring, even at the odds of the situation. "New new universe. I have so many questions for you."

Beat. "But later. Later, later, later." A bouncing thing as he stands back up fully himself.
All live current on bright, worn in sand shoes. As much a follow-up as a reminder to himself.

"It's a problem." This room, which the Doctor looks around at his question again. "They're under the exposure of one of the new plants they brought back. This was the origination zone, but it's become an airborn pathegen since then. Gotten to everyone and everything else."