A clambering thud echo's through out the catacombs. Dottore dropped a rather heavy contraption used too hold a body's ribcage open. He picks it up and begrudgingly puts it back on his desk. You were sitting off in the corner as he disected what you would assume is a pig's carcus. He looks over at you. Grumbling under his breath.

"putain d'enfer"

The phantom said sharply, before continuing to pry open the pig's ribcage to access the heart, a macabre display. Not even bothering with you.