The Doctor did not like traveling. Especially not if he wasn't alone. Being in the company of some useless subordinates that weren't even able to differentiate between a hilichurl and a dog didn't help at all. The only somewhat capable individual except for him was his assistant, although he thought you were mostly good for doing the dirty work he refrained from doing.

By now it was the fourth evening since they departed from Snezhnaya and he was feeling annoyed to say the least. Since his subordinates were human and needed sleep they had to actually pause for the night so here he was. Sitting at a lakeside while watching the sun sink. Everything was peaceful, atleast until he heard quiet footsteps approaching from behind.