[His jaw tightens with frustration, but he forces it to relax. It's not worth arguing about this, right? The guy's gonna figure out what he's in for sooner or later.]

Yeah, man, whatever. I'm sure you're right. And I'm sure there's some magic, like, combination of words that'll convince her that all the killing people is a bad thing, even if every damn thing here says the opposite.

[There's a momentary challenge in his eyes: what would you say? But he moves on quickly before the Doctor can reply, standing up to wander around the console.]

So what'd you want to talk about? Gale, Mr. White. The drugs? Pretty sure John started with the drugs, but I was lit that whole month, so who knows, right?