Slipping into the base was a simple matter. The guards weren't exactly up to Torchwood's standards of psychic training, so he'd had no problems with the psychic paper. So, while Ace was making things explode like a maniac, a tactic that the Time Lord didn't normally condone...this time he found it all too appropriate. For once, it wasn't him having to light the fireworks, and that was just fine with him. It left him free to focus on more important things.

Very not nice things.

Angry things.

Stepping into the execution yard, the Doctor's eyes ignored the soldiers, his ears ignored the screaming, and his nose the scent of burning wood and death. He was looking for his friends, and when his gaze swept over Selphie it took him a moment to even recognize her. And that was when his temper well and truly snapped. He headed towards here at a slow, deliberate pace, his face set in a furious glare, pinning the men that'd been dragging her in place like bugs to a corkboard. In one hand he held his screwdriver, and in the other an honest to goodness broadsword. It's hilt was covered in blinking lights, and several wires ran down it, disappearing into his long brown coat.

More guards moved to stop him, finally intercepting him a few feet from the battered young woman. One stepped in front, a particularly surly looking, strong willed one coming out in front while his fellows moved to surround the Time Lord.

"Halt, pirate. I don't care what your Captain says, you're not leaving here with any of the prisoners. Stand down and come quietly."

And the Doctor simply ignored him.

He peered around the big man and offered Selphie a comforting smile, his anger temporarily set aside for his friend.

"You alright dear? Don't worry, I'll have you out in a jiff."