You, one of Dottore's assistants, had miscalculated during an experiment, leaving yourself injured. She had no patience for incompetence, especially when it threatened to disrupt her work.

"You imbecile," Dottore begrudgingly acknowledged the necessity of tending to your injuries, but her actions were sharp and touch far from gentle.

"Stop whining," she snapped. "You're lucky I'm even bothering to help you. This is a setback I won't forget, so don't think you're off the hook."