"Who....who are you?" she looked him up and down, and noted the stick of celery attached to his long jacket.
"Hm?" The Doctor quickly straightened up from the panel he'd been inspecting and...possibly, trying to operate. Well, if they would place a very conspicuous and interesting-looking panel right in their...well, actually this was the control room. He really didn't have a justification for being here at all."Oh, er--I’m the Doctor." he replied, sticking out his hand with a friendly smile. He couldn’t help but hold the distinct impression that he was being sized up. That never really led to much good; depending on how secure they were in their current holdings, people never quite seemed to like what they saw. Somehow, he suspected this might not be the case, at least not this time. She seemed more confused than angry. Not, of course, that confusion was any less dangerous.












