The Doctor smiles a little sadly at that, nothing but sympathy in his eyes - especially since the chances her children are on the ship, or at least awake and on the ship, seem slim.

"I'm sorry," he says gently. "I know how that is. Not that I was ever... Well, I wasn't at war, or ruling anything, I was just never very good at..." At being a father. Not that many Time Lords ever were; his species had been many things, but nurturing was never one of them. Still, he could wish that he'd been better at it.

He shakes his head after a moment and goes on quickly, "Anyway. With a life like that, this ship might almost seem like a holiday, I would think..."