Allen was again dumbfounded as the Doctor spoke. He wondered what it was like to have various incarnations of yourself fighting inside your head. However, he continued looking around at these strange white aliens, not wanting to look away from them in fear that he'd forget them again. With every shot Strax took, Allen jumped a little, unaccustomed to the ferocity of the potato-headed clone.<br/><br/>"You didn't tell me," he said, cringing again as the Doctor amped up the effect of the gun Strax was shooting, "What these things are."<br/><br/>Strax kept up his cries, but his face was filled with an almost comical sadistic glee, which only intensified with every shot he took. At one point he even laughed as he blew four of the aliens away at once.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Robin was shaking, her entire body having to struggle to even remain conscious, much less upright. Her knees were sore from sitting on them, and she could feel each individual bruise as though they were all on fire. Her right eye had been hit so hard that the skin around it was swollen, forcing it almost shut. Her head was spinning and she could hardly see.<br/><br/>Before answering the Master, she turned her head and spit onto the ground for what seemed the hundredth time. When she smiled back up at him, her teeth shone red with the blood that was filling her mouth. No matter how much she hated herself for having to record the message, and no matter how much pain she was in, she would not allow the Master to see her cry.<br/><br/>So far, she'd been surprised at how well she'd managed.<br/><br/>"Well as usual," she said, her voice barely a croak, "you're right. I have no idea. It sounds like nonsense to me." She coughed, spitting out another mouthful of blood. "But since I'm sure you're going to anyway, why don't you go ahead and explain? Not that it matters, because I know the Doctor's coming." After a second, she grew irritated with him touching her face, and she whipped her head to the side and bit down so hard on his finger that she drew blood.