“They’re a little shy,” the Doctor explained, as he attempted to coax a small, fluffy stowaway out of the hidey-hole it had found under the console. He wasn’t having much luck. No matter how much he chirped at it, and assured it they were friendly, the little creature seemed determined to stay right where it was.
The Doctor sat back on his heels, frowning. “It can’t stay there, it could short-circuit essential systems. Right, the time for coaxing is over.” He reached in and grabbed for the fluffball.
Needle-sharp teeth sank into his hand.
Amy laughed. “Serves you right!”