Different snares and knots we could fashion, too, if we had enough rope, but — we'll make do with what we have.

[ The Doctor has never hunted for anything in his life and he's never had to think about this sort of thing, but his logical mind can at least conjure up different creative solutions for what they need to accomplish.

He does glance over at Jopson frequently as they make their way towards the lake, finding it perfectly natural they've fallen into step, essentially. He picks up new friends easily, or at least, that's how he sees it. ]

So where were you before this, Jopson?