This could prove to be interesting.

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If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

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[or_timelords]

"I did, yes. I can also fix it with it. But I'd really prefer not to."

When Malcolm suggests he hand over the screwdriver, the Doctor hesitates. He does have spares, but they're back in the TARDIS, and he may not have time to get a new one before he will need the screwdriver again. "Do I have to? It's not a weapon. All it does is--well, it does quite a few things, really, but nothing hurtful. I don't like to hurt people. I would like to keep my screwdriver, though."

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"Put it on the floor," Malcolm repeats. The man's rambling is distracting, and he wants him to shut up. No need to antagonize him unnecessarily, though. That thing, whatever it is, could do quite some damage. It might even be rigged to detonate. "Now."

[or_timelords]

He had really hoped not to have to do this. The man seems distrustful enough as it is. The Doctor's still not quite sure why, although the room does look like military quarters. Military types. They always have to make such a huge fuss about things that could be resolved so very easily.

"Alright, alright. Look, I'm putting it down."

He bends down very slowly. As he does, he turns the screwdriver in his hand so it's pointing in direction of the man's gun. A flick of the switch, and there's another high-pitched whining noise. Unless Malcolm pulled the trigger very quickly, the Doctor just disabled the phase pistol.

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Malcolm has been expecting the move, and pulls the trigger as soon as the man flicks his hand.

Nothing happens.

He glances at the "screwdriver" in the man's hand, then back at the pistol. Somehow, this... thing disabled his weapon. And it might well disable him next, quite literally if he's unlucky. Which, in these situations, he tends to be.

"What do you want?" It seems like a reasonable question. After all, the intruder has all the advantages.

[or_timelords]

Okay, at least there aren't any more hidden guns. The Doctor was worried there might be. He gets up and pockets his screwdriver, then straightens his jacket.

"Nothing. I really don't want anything. I just woke up here, I don't know what happened." He notices the wary look the other man is giving him and sighs, then stretches out his hand in a greeting. "Hello. I'm the Doctor. You're Malcolm Reed. Pleasure to meet you, Malcolm Reed. Are we on a spaceship?"

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Malcolm hesitates, then takes a cautious step forward and takes the man's hand. Better to humor him for now. And he does seem rather harmless, except for the ominous title he mentioned, Time Lord. Then again, it seems unlikely that this man is somehow connected to Daniels.

"Yes," Malcolm says. "We're on the Enterprise."