"Why do you always have to assume threats?" Rose folded her arms and leaned against a wall nearby. "Why can't the Master ever just challenge you to a nice car race?" She unfolded her arms and the amused grin spread. "He did you know. Well, you wouldn't know, you just got here. Mr. I'm-Always-Late-To-The-Party, Oh-yeah-and-I-think-Bowties-are-cool-now." You could easily be forgiven for thinking Rose was a figment of his imagination really. "But clearly, you're behind on schedule. Get working."