Remember: everything Dottore says is made up.

*Dottore shakes a vial between his fingers, bird shaped mask covering the top half of his face, his lips formed into his ever usual frown. A few of his segments work quietly in the lab, they're usually not this quiet. They must have gotten reprimanded by Dottore not long ago.* *Although you do feel a few of their eyes on you as they work. Hardly anyone is let into the lab. You've interrupted their work.*