In an instant there was cold metal pressed hard against the back of The Master's skull and the unmistakable click of the hammer being drawn on a handgun. Its owner gave him a moment to repent before he spoke in a cold voice that was trying so hard to suppress its rage. "What. Are you doing here?" it asked as the gun bored itself more aggressively against The Master's head. "More importantly, how did you get in here? Former Prime Minister or not, this is NOT a place where you belong."