The Doctor goes and sits down and drinks his water and eats the food. He knows he shouldn't probably be up, but he needs food and knows that she is probably busy. He is thinking.
He wished he knew who was after him and why.
"Mm." he mumbled to himself. It was annoying to not know. He was feeling frustrated that he didn't know. There was a lot of reasons somebody could want to harm him. The Doctor knew he had a lot of enemies.