The very first thing the Time Lord noticed as he stepped out of the TARDIS was a pair of eyes seeming to glow in the darkness, and staring directly at him. The owner of the eyes stood frozen in place not far from the spot where the TARDIS had landed, and the Master quickly began closing the space between them, drawing his blade from its sheath in his belt as he moved. It was a man, that much was certain, but in the darkness the Master could tell little else. ❝You’ll be wanting to make yourself scarce, mate,❞ he threatened, making sure that the steel of his blade caught the moonlight, so the man who found him so intriguing would know that he was armed. He was always armed. Didn’t even sleep without a blade next to his bed, on the all too rare occasions that he had slept, since the war. Still the man made no answer, and the Master rounded on him, cornering him into the shadows with a sneer. ❝What’s your problem, mate? Cat got your tongue?❞
The appearance of a weapon as left Xer unable to form a proper thought, which was why he was completely silent at first. Criminals and law enforcement were the ones who carried weapons, with the exception of a few oddball collectors fascinated with weapons. Even then, they never carried them. Only displayed them in their homes. Either way, the point was that this stranger was obviously not part of law enforcement.
The Carapinian theorized the man was one the foreign criminals taking advantage of the fact the majority of the population were unarmed and inexperienced when it came to defending themselves. It was only when he was cornered that Xer managed to 'speak'.
( I-I-I-I do not see what my tongue has to do with this. ——Or cats. There are none here. )
