ROMANA: How did you know?

DOCTOR: Oh, knowing's easy. Everyone does that ad nauseam. I just sort of hope.

GUARD: Just a minute. Who are you?

ROMANA: Do you know the Lady Camilla?

GUARD: Of course.

ROMANA: I just happen to be her blood group separator.

DOCTOR: I can lend you a very useful tool. Armoured. Immune to hypnotism.

IVO: Yes?

DOCTOR: And a dead shot with a nose laser.

IVO: Good.

DOCTOR: K9.

HABRIS: We are outnumbered. Unless you aid us, we shall all be killed.

(Aukon looks straight into Habris’ eyes.)

AUKON: Then die. That is the purpose of guards. Go.