“What?!” the First Doctor echoed, hearing Eleven so casually mention his identity as One’s future self. “You mean in the future I become some kid with a bow-tie and a sonic toy?!” he exclaimed, having hoped he would regenerate into someone a bit more… dignified. “And I’m still squabbling with Daleks after… how old are you?” he asked, too distracted by this revelation to focus on the mutants from Skarro. 

The Daleks inched backwards slightly after Eleven flicked his screwdriver at them, as if flinching. After a moment of silence, they spoke up again, “[i]You will give the first Doctor to us![/i]” the apparent leader shouted before firing its lazer between the two of them, hoping to put some distance between them. They couldn’t [i]properly[/i] exterminate One right then and there. 

The First Doctor flinched at the lazer blast, but still only found himself capable of taunting the creatures. “Ahhh you’ve gotten braver, haven’t you!” he barked, shaking his cane at them. “Last I met you, you fired those things so rarely that I wondered half the time if those weapons were even functional for most of you.”