Morning, Evelyn! *sorting bits of robot into separate piles: useable and charred-hunk-of-metal* *any markings on the console room itself are gone now, probably the TARDIS's doing*
Well, I can't have things cluttering up the console room. Could be dangerous. *scoops up the junk in his arms and walks out the front door of the TARDIS to dump it in a nearby bin* *comes back in and gives a look to the pile of what's left*
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