[ Though not privy to her inner thoughts, of course, and distractible at the best of times, the Doctor does take notice of her shifting expressions, always more aware than he might appear to be on the surface. There's something deeper there, something he can't yet know, something just out of reach in the flicker of a second, but then it's gone just as quickly and she seems more at peace again.

A wondering for another time, that something more. ]

Suave, you said. [ He caught that word! ] Curmudgeonly. Like this, and...this, is it? [ When she speaks of her brother's hair and attempts to mimic it, the Doctor playfully mirrors her movements, purposefully fussing his hair into a messy flop and then attempting to pull a frown. Which lasts...all of two seconds before he playfully and briefly sticks out his tongue. ]

I'd like him, too, I'm sure of it. I like you and you like him, so naturally! Thank you for sharing him with me.

[ Likewise, he adores her already, too! ]

I know we're going somewhere further away from him now, but don't you worry, you've got me. And loads of others here, like us. You'll be safe.

[ He'll make sure of it. ]

So, I know Simon now with his very good and just-a-touch-wrinkly smile, and you...what's your name?