"Not bad," the Doctor answered, opening the closet door and crouching down to have a look in his box of possessions. He pulled out his suit and coat, checking briefly to make sure his sonic screwdriver was in one of the pockets.

He straightened, turning towards his desk now and laying his clothes off to one side of the tray that held dinner. He wanted to get a quick start tonight, but he could still change later, after he'd eaten. And after a bit of conversation.

"Say, you didn't happen to have a look in the x-ray room last night, did you?" he asked as he took a seat at the desk, looking toward Byrne now. Even if his roommate hadn't gone himself, maybe he'd heard something more than the Doctor had learned today.