Harlock glances over when he heard the soft thud of a Time Lord landing on a mattress-less cot. "This looks like the kind of rooms you'd find on a remote mining platform or patrol ships." the man noted, indirectly agreeing with The Doctor's assessment as he gently brush the dust off a table that seem to be made entirely of rust.

"Agree. If I can find my ship, we can use the lab to analyze anything we find here - might tell us who was here." And long this place actually had been left unused.