Amused and frustrated with his small, furry charges slipping away at every turn (really, WHY did it have to be tapirs? He really was going to start eating the little beasts! Without ketchup this time!) he swatted the newcomer, Shadow he thought he'd heard, and nosed about for the tapir that had been in her hands moments ago. He did like a woman with competent hands!<br/><br/>"My vote is to drop our squealing payload, and no I don't mean whoever Blythe has cornered, onto a target and watch the fun. We've got to round them up anyway, why not put them to work? Hey Red? Can your TARDIS do that? Hmmm?"