The Doctor is trying to remain as calm as possible, really he is. "Right now? Any TARDIS will do."

He taps at his head with more force than is actually necessary. "I need to feel her in my head. I'm tired of the silence. Tired of hearing only myself. And she could help me to recalibrate my Time Sense."

He's huffy and angry and pacing. And no, telling him to calm down will not help matters.