"Yes," he answered, since there was little point in trying to hide it when the evidence, as it were, was staring her in the face. "It's in the name really, laser screwdriver. I suppose he thought it would be a good reminder of... everything."

Which was probably right, really. Not only for himself either; he didn't imagine Martha would be forgetting all of this and her own past with the Master any time soon. The Doctor was grateful that she was keeping everything carefully professional right now, however, and not asking him too many questions or making any accusations. They'd probably come sooner or later, but for now it was... easier. Martha was concerned, but not so much he felt he had to lie and protect her or lessen the blow. He could relax his guard a little and allow himself to admit that, yes, it hurt quite a lot.

"I want to get a look at it," he insisted, and was surprised at how much strain was in his voice just from that little change. "See what it is."