"And Sarah," the Doctor advised darkly. "There are still daleks here."
"I know," she replied, heavily. "I have dealt with them before." There was a petulant tone in her voice as she pushed the time ring into the pocket of her overly large coat, all brown and something the latest Doctor might have worn. They had landed on the Thals side and the Doctor had immediately gone off to see what had become of the people in the aftermath while Sarah Jane worked on prying off the lid of the air vents. "Give me a hand?" she asked of Peter, heart beating madly, so glad to be back. She had the gun slung over her shoulder, ready to shoot if necessary, but first, they had that damned crawl to make.