[The Master makes a face even though he knows the other Time Lord can't see him. It's one of the Doctor's more annoying traits, never having a proper plan and yet always managing, by some stroke of dumb luck, to ruin every last detail of the Master's own meticulous designs.

And then he clucks his disapproval, quietly.]

Oh, what now? You've decided to eat your way up the mountain? I suppose it isn't enough for you that you're trespassing.

[Never mind that the Master tried the same thing himself, when he first arrived. It's his right. His mountain.]

[ooc: Hee! How do you feel about having the Doctor accosted by two brainless, wooden security guards?]