"They're good fighters," Weber said. It was half under his breath, impressed but not willing to shout about it, not in this context. Not for a battle to the death. He offered the Doctor a careless smile. "Oh, I love gold. I never wear any other metal." It was true enough. The plain gold rings, the gold cuff links hidden under his jacket, the single gold parallelogram of an earring hanging from his left earlobe. His neck was too much shielded by the collar of his shirt to tell if a gold necklace completed the picture. "And a traveller must have his emergency supplies. Not a concern of yours, I know, dear, but you travel with everything you need. If you remember that much."