Jealous? Don't be ridiculous. I am the head of the CIA; I can get a state-of-the-art TARDIS for my use whenever I want.

[He pursed his lips, cleared his throat. If he wanted any hope of getting the Doctor to trust him, he'd have to start telling the truth. A little bit. Narvin didn't like the idea, but it was all he had.]

Except recently. I've been...trappedintheAxis. [He mutters quickly, embarrassed by the whole predicament and by Braxiatel and Arkadian's scheme that got him into it.

The TARDIS begins to rematerialize and Narvin is thrown to the floor again. He's half convinced that the blasted ship is doing it on purpose.]