“I did know what I was doing! It was you, with your infernal whinging in my ears that got us into this mess. You distracted me,” Turlough insisted peevishly, knowing perfectly well he was losing the argument of who started what. “Besides, if I hadn’t done something we probably would have died in some other wretched hole. Look, I’m sure this is the way back.”
"Another wretched hole would've been preferable! Who knows where the Doctor is now? Who knows where we are?" She didn't bother keeping the shrill notes out of her voice, but she knew that arguing forever wouldn't be productive either, so she snapped her mouth shut and let her eyes drift ahead to the path Turlough insisted would get them back to the TARDIS. She certainly didn't trust his instincts, especially now, but what choice did she really have?·
"Fine, let's go. But you go ahead of me since you're so sure. That way if something attacks us, you're eaten first."
