"That's the spirit!" he answers brightly. "Although, to be perfectly honest, on balance between this place and 1969, I still haven't decided which comes out ahead..." Because 1969 is absolutely comparable with a place where you wake up naked and covered in goo. Oh yes.

The Doctor pauses a moment, absently tweaking something on his device, and then looks up again, eyebrows raised. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. Worth knowing if we're going to be on a ship together for who knows how long. And... I don't believe I caught your name."