The Doctor toddled along behind her. Toddle toddle toddle. All the way up to the lab where he found a chair suitably capable of spinning, because if you were going to sit somewhere any amount of time a logical mind must be in possession of a chair that's ~fun~.

"Death?" While he started to turn from side to side. "Frightening. Painful. One mind blinks out. The next takes hold. You grapple against it, but your functions start to slip from your grasp like grains of salt that refuse to hold between your fingers."