...oh! Well, then. Our holiday appears to have been relatively brief. It seems I've severely underestimated the quality of the circuit I built to repair the psycho-telem... nevermind, it's one to you lot. Hello!
[Wait, does he sound HAPPY? What's going on, guys, this is creepy.]
[Private: Braxiatel]
I don't think I'll ever understand your capacity to keep all that organised, honestly. At any rate, I've got a delivery for you.
[Private: Nine]
[You get video. His grin's JUST a bit manic, but only because he's just walked out of the TARDIS and is still riding the travel high.]
He's fine. Doing splendidly, actually. I, ah... [sheepish grin] It seems he was rather tame during his sojourn on this ship. I wasn't quite expecting that. And if he ever enquires after your friend Alastair, rest assured he hasn't met the Brig. It was the only name off the top of my head he wouldn't be likely to suss out as a variation of ours. He did give me an idea, though.
[And then, he holds up a strange little
monstrosity, smirking over its head.]
I brought you a present after all.
(( AND AS OF TOMORROW, MINI-ATUS IS GO. ))