He leans out the front of the blue box just a bit more, hanging gently from the brim of her doorway. Intent gaze flecks to the left, then the right, trying to glean where he was. Though to his disappointment it seemed that he'd perhaps overshot-- Or undershot?-- His intended goal. Accordingly his brow furrows deeply. For a moment barely paying her mind, not with intent, however, just more a side effect of that one track mind.
Then it was his name that hits his ear. Doctor. But it's spoken more in confusion, befuddlement. Someone who didn't recognize him. But when he looks at her, the feeling was most certainly mutual. The worry, though, was whether or not it was because of the multiple attempts to rob him of his identity and memory. Oh but the distinct feeling strikes the pit of his gut.
"That's right... I'm The Doctor."
He steps out fully now, hands burying themselves in cluttered pockets, those pure crystal blues doing their hardest to discern whether or not he knew her properly, or if he was out of sync.
"Who are you? I get the feeling I shouldn't be here. I don't know you-- Not yet. No, this isn't good."
