“Ow!” Donna yelped, slapping at her neck yet again. “You never said there’d be bugs! I’m getting eaten alive!”
“Oh, pish.” The Doctor waved his hand as though dismissing her complaint. “What’s a few bug bites compared to that?” He pointed towards the horizon as the second of two ringed planets gradually appeared, like a massive balloon rising ponderously into the heavens. They were so close they dominated the evening sky.
“It’s alright for you, you’re not the one they’re snacking on!” Donna squashed another bug. “If I break out in a mass of itchy spots there’ll be big trouble!”