Thank goodness. Ten takes the opportunity when Matilda teleports backwards to lift his tea up to his face. The red-white spiral straw touches against his yellow skin and, a moment later, gloops into it. Wherever he put that straw, it's allowing him to take a drink here while he watches them.

He lets Matilda work through her thoughts, work through the fact that he is in fact Ten and not Four, and then he nods at her before glancing to Terrence.

"Am I surprising?" He holds up the phone towards whichever of the two of them are still looking at him. All while drinking tea through a straw in his vaguely-chin-area.

What a weirdo.