Apparently, someone on the high council decided I was "Renegade Time Lord Roundup Queen," and sent me here to keep an eye on your rehabilitation.

We have nothing to fear from a disabled primitive like yourself. Why don't you go invent the wheel or trousers or something ... I don't know!

Well, that was completely pointless. One broken leg and destroyed piece of public property later, and all you've done is prove that you think with your testosterone, not your brain.