“Bit busy right now.” The Doctor’s voice trailed out from where he was wedged beneath the TARDIS console. “Come back later.”
“I don’t have time for interruptions, Clara. Having a spot of bother with the engines; if I don’t get them fixed we’ll be sucked into the black hole, which wouldn’t be a good idea. Now please be quiet so I can concentrate.”
Silence fell. Finally, the Doctor emerged. “That’s got it… Oh!”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Clara said as he hit the ceiling nearby.
“Ah, the gravity generators might need a small adjustment.”