Peter scowls, knowing again that she's right and that it doesn't make any difference that she's right. He's spared from admitting so, however, by the sound of the beast itself quite nearby. "Fuck!" he comments, not having been looking for that sort of reprieve. Taking a step back, he puts the TARDIS between himself and the corridor from which the sounds can be heard. "You go right ahead and tell it that," he says tersely.