[He catches his torch back deftly.] The crystals, Dairine, yes. Fortunately for us, we are good to go, and don't have to go old school with burning torches, either. [He waggles his penlight between his fingers, and gives her a thin smile.

Scooping up his things and putting them back in his pockets, different dimensions in his coat Spike, all very Time Lord clever, he's watching him closely.] Food? Right now?

[Rummaging around some more, he has a slice of toast, no really, it's still good, and hands that out. Also a cereal bar for Dairine if she's peckish.]

If we're done with the picnic though, please, lead on. When you're ready. [Smile.]