[ It's rare indeed for the Doctor to meet with anyone whose energy seems to somewhat match his own, in that he can barely sit still himself. He's been settled in the Free Cities only a short while now, but he's ever the explorer, his thirst for knowledge insatiable, his curiosity ever growing the longer he's here in this world. So he takes the wagon back and forth to the Badlands occasionally, scouting their surroundings, getting the lay of the land, as it were.

The young girl is a new face, but then, many are still new faces to him as he acclimates. If he can be a guide in any way at all, he's all too eager to offer his help in some manner. It's what he does! The Doctor, here to help. He'd wear a name badge with just that inscription if he could.

As she comes close to where he's sitting, rather than looking at all put out by her movements, the Doctor grins. ]

Hello! You know, you have the right idea, I think. If you go to that end of the wagon and I go to the opposite end, we could cover more ground. Tell me what you see, or — better, what you wish you could see. Something fantastical or real or imaginary, no limits.

[ Sorry not sorry to fellow passengers at the moment. ]