My condition?! [ He raises his voice the slightest bit, but his own disposition doesn't change even with his choice of words. ] My condition, dearie, is that I'm a Time Lord! Or, well - I'm apparently some sort of magical space stone now. One can hardly tell the difference, really. Still got the teeth and the curls and everything.

I have plenty of experience running. Not much of a fighter, you see. Much more of a thinker.