Tungwynterestemont

 [Wynter is pretty agitated.]

If that was all it was, what was all the warning and the build up for? If we couldn't affect anything, what was the point? [He doesn't expect the Admiral to respond (helpfully, anyway), so he's addressing the barge.] 

...I need to punch something or train or something I can pass off as productive. [Sigh.] Any takers?

 [Wynter is no stranger to technology, though more so to public speaking. Still, he's done it and even done it under stress, so his nervousness has little to do with his message. He is nervous though and troubled.]

Hello. My name is Tungwynterestemont. But you can call me Wynter. I'm a Time Lord from Gallifrey and I'm here as a warden. The Admiral took me from my death because he believes I can help. So he says. Whether he does or not, that's what I plan on doing to the best of my ability. 

[He pauses.] I can sense I'm not the only Gallifreyan. [His jaw tightens.] I'll need to speak to them. Urgently.