Somebody had hurt the Doctor.

And now, he was sitting in the med bay, a cut on his nose and a developing bruise under his eye. You were livid, to put it mildly. You had tried to keep your anger quiet, but it burst out of the seams.

"I'll find whoever did this," you practically growled. Your eyes were filled with rage, the need for revenge. "Names."

"I don't want you hurting anyone, Master---" the Doctor tried to argue but you didn't give him much of a chance.

"They hurt you." You muttered, running a cold rag under his eye with an air of gentleness you rarely possessed. "I'll make them hurt back."

"No killing, Master." You shifted. "No killing." You agreed. "Tell me?"

God, were you getting soft or did you really just agree not to kill because the Doctor asked you nicely? Whatever, you were getting names, that's all that mattered right now.

"It was a Bandril gang. They called themselves the Black Hand." Good, you were getting somewhere. Probe for more information, then you can track them down and gut them.