The Doctor is turned in the right direction, where he faces Caspar. "I can use a hand finding the clasps for this thing." Seeing the person who's talking to him first would be nice. "And, no, don't worry I don't need it in order to breathe."

"Normally I would be with you, but there are some prophecies that tend to be true. Well true when I'm somehow part of them." The Doctor mutters under his already muffled breath. "And having people I know that matter are part of the reason I don't want to meet my proverbial maker."