Oh, wonderful, a gun. The Doctor, who is sitting on the edge of the bed, frowns. "Really, Malcolm, this isn't necessary. I don't mean you any harm, you can put the gun away."
When Malcolm asks, the Doctor considers lying about the screwdriver, but he doubts it would help the situation if he did. "A screwdriver. A sonic screwdriver, in fact, very handy little tool. I used it to disable the intercom. Not because I'm planning anything, I was just hoping to be able to skip the whole getting-locked-up-and-having-to-break-out process."
He moves his hands around to his front--very slowly; he doesn't want to give Malcolm a reason to shoot him, that would just be inconvenient--and holds up the screwdriver.
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When Malcolm asks, the Doctor considers lying about the screwdriver, but he doubts it would help the situation if he did. "A screwdriver. A sonic screwdriver, in fact, very handy little tool. I used it to disable the intercom. Not because I'm planning anything, I was just hoping to be able to skip the whole getting-locked-up-and-having-to-break-out process."
He moves his hands around to his front--very slowly; he doesn't want to give Malcolm a reason to shoot him, that would just be inconvenient--and holds up the screwdriver.
"Just a screwdriver. See?"