Yes, yes, you certainly did! [ Goodness, why is his voice so high? Eh-hem — ] And my face is quite all right without a clear brushing, thank you very much.

[ The Doctor takes a hasty step back and readjusts the lapel of his jacket — which, honestly, could probably do with a quick wash and a repair after all of the monster-y shenanigans he'd just been put through, but that's neither here nor there. Still, he treats it as though it's his Sunday finest, mostly to regain composure for the thunderous beating in his hearts. ]

Good — ah, wrist action there, sir. [ He flicks a wrist, invisible broomstick in hand for show. ] I needed to catch my breath, perhaps in search of an appropriate hiding place for those caught out there without one. This place does seem well-protected, anyway.