The Doctor flinched away from the Fugitive, looking down sharply at the younger man. This wasn't right... what in the world did the creature want with him? Fixing the fugitive with a glower, the Doctor straightened his coat, "And what business is it of yours that my affairs bring me here, young man? It just so happens that I possess some very delicate equipment which serves my profession, and they require a high level of maintenance. That is all."

This said, he turned quickly to face forward again, willing the shopkeep to hurry with his order.