[Rassilon looks... displeased.] If you need something from me, do ask me. I have no intention to listen to this... Stildyne. Better yet, don't ask, unless it might be of interest. And if you have any complaints... I'm not interested either way.
[Private to Stildyne]
Don't you dare touch my file. If I wanted you to know any of the information in there, I would tell you.
And the only thing I might need you for is making requests for me and having me revived in the rather unlikely case that I should ever die.
[Private to Omega]
[Looking displeased is actually the understatement of the month.] This is nonsense. I won't work with him, whoever he is.
[Private to Seven]
I've been reassigned. [Clearly, this needs to be said. Just in case the Doctor didn't see the announcement. And judging from his expression, he seems to expect some great advice on How To Keep Your Warden.]