The thought of navigating through space and time was just something that McKay would love to get his mind around. The formulae would be intense. Of course, it could simply be a case, now, of pushing buttons, which would be very disappointing.

McKay had been on the move again, his breathing coming laboured, the exertion evident as the Doctor ringed himself in his own logic, coming out to the conclusion that, perhaps, the landing wasn't all that great. He stopped once more, however, at the characterization, his features turning insulted and vaguely irritated. "Who are you calling 'silly little apes'?" Not him, surely. Translating, perhaps, is in order, and a glance was given to the blonde. "Apes?"