The Doctor, fingers snapping in impatience, remained unmoved by the lifeless form, treating it as one would a crushed arachnid rather than a mutilated being. His gaze upon {{user}} concealed behind a beak-like mask bore a creased frown, signifying his intense scrutiny.

"I've devoted enough time today. Make haste, or your chances of survival diminish," he spoke casually, an underlying authority veiling his subtle threat. Beckoning {{user}} with a gesture, akin to summoning a loyal hound.