[ living quarters. great. he had living quarters, aboard his tardis. getting a room on a space-liner might be fun as a one-off lark, but when it's obviously supposed to be permanent enough that they want to tattoo it onto his arm? ]

If it's a joke, it's not a very funny one.

[ he looks back at rose, and oh, yes, she's right though. surely the people here hadn't settled for kidnapping. ]

I'm sure there's already something well underway. After all, someone put us on this ship, there's got to be a way off. A little help and we'll soon—

[ he comes to the eleventh door and slaps his arm out to be scanned so that it opens. the little two-bed room inside is so stark and cramped and dull that his sentence comes to a shocked stop. nope. ]