"It's fine," the Doctor waved away the apology. "Except you answered your own question. Why not get it to give up its secrets?"
It was only a matter of time and from the way Tom the Human here was talking, he probably hadn't tinkered around with it just because he was bored or curious or just because. "Just because" was one of his personal favorites. Loads of things someone could find out from a few "just becauses". Anyway, he didn't believe Tom when he said he wasn't very creative: he'd just given three good reasons why he was creative with those names. All three of those names were far better than boring old Tom (he especially liked Barnabas. Barnabas was the antithesis of Tom in that it was cool. And Winston wasn't too shabby either). Barnabas the Human. Excellent name right there, one for the books.
Except Tom seemed downright determined to aim for a boringly normal life, kicking and screaming. It occurred to the Doctor that he would probably be good friends with Rory, if they ever met. They could talk about how fantastically normal their life was today. Or...something to that effect. Tom's wish for a normal, adventureless life made his coping with the void outside even more unusual, the Doctor's interest rising.
The Doctor grinned at Tom's question, "Something of an alien. To you, not me. So, Tom; normal life, no adventure (even if adventure's good for you), low expectations. Except you think flying in a big ship and the void are a dream and you're not going mad, so..."
He tilted his head, gazing at Tom. The Doctor's smile was encouraging. No, he didn't think Tom was as set for Normal as he said. He'd met normal humans. They didn't want to leave. They didn't dream about it either. All in all, they were incredibly boring and perfectly happy being that way. Considering their relative insignificance in an almost infinite universe? Not exactly his mental picture of what a normal human did. Maybe Tom was one of those humans who thought he wanted normal. It wasn't like there weren't plenty of those along with the boringly normal ones. The Doctor cleared his throat.
"Was there something on my back?" The Doctor suddenly asked, "Not that there's anything on yours, but it can't hurt to check."
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It was only a matter of time and from the way Tom the Human here was talking, he probably hadn't tinkered around with it just because he was bored or curious or just because. "Just because" was one of his personal favorites. Loads of things someone could find out from a few "just becauses". Anyway, he didn't believe Tom when he said he wasn't very creative: he'd just given three good reasons why he was creative with those names. All three of those names were far better than boring old Tom (he especially liked Barnabas. Barnabas was the antithesis of Tom in that it was cool. And Winston wasn't too shabby either). Barnabas the Human. Excellent name right there, one for the books.
Except Tom seemed downright determined to aim for a boringly normal life, kicking and screaming. It occurred to the Doctor that he would probably be good friends with Rory, if they ever met. They could talk about how fantastically normal their life was today. Or...something to that effect. Tom's wish for a normal, adventureless life made his coping with the void outside even more unusual, the Doctor's interest rising.
The Doctor grinned at Tom's question, "Something of an alien. To you, not me. So, Tom; normal life, no adventure (even if adventure's good for you), low expectations. Except you think flying in a big ship and the void are a dream and you're not going mad, so..."
He tilted his head, gazing at Tom. The Doctor's smile was encouraging. No, he didn't think Tom was as set for Normal as he said. He'd met normal humans. They didn't want to leave. They didn't dream about it either. All in all, they were incredibly boring and perfectly happy being that way. Considering their relative insignificance in an almost infinite universe? Not exactly his mental picture of what a normal human did. Maybe Tom was one of those humans who thought he wanted normal. It wasn't like there weren't plenty of those along with the boringly normal ones. The Doctor cleared his throat.
"Was there something on my back?" The Doctor suddenly asked, "Not that there's anything on yours, but it can't hurt to check."