What a strange response. The Doctor glanced toward the shrill noise interrupting him from his inspection of the strange vessel he'd apparently been kept in, only to look away again with an embarrassed huff. Buck up, he berated himself silently. It wasn't as if any of them had intended to be here, it seemed, and certainly modesty was the least of anyone's worries at the moment.

Cautiously, he turned and approached, kneeling and holding out one hand palm-up to demonstrate no ill intent.

"Are you all right?" he asked cautiously, before wondering whether or not there was a translation field--he couldn't seem to get an empathic grip on the TARDIS. Well, hope for the best.