Well, it could be that humans are slow in taking in information...or it could be the fact that he's sitting up in a chair (as uncomfortable as it is right now) and only sporting minor injuries. Even a race that's much faster at reading would likely be hard pressed to get through the stack that the Doctor's provided to his young friend in the time he'd be spending in Medbay.

He flicks another, much more knowing glance at Victoria at the pause. He's heard that one often enough to know he's likely not going to get much in the way of answers - and even if he did they'd likely be ones he really doesn't want to hear.

"Oh, aye. I see." He's no more happy about the idea of moving out of the TARDIS then Victoria is, but at least he's lived on the ship long enough to get an idea of where to go that doesn't involve sleeping in noses. "Well, I suppose there's the crew quarters, if they're not badly damaged. Or there's city, but that'd take a bit longer to find someplace there, I think."

Not to mention it'd likely have to be fixed up unless one of their friends let them stay in their places, and he doesn't think Victoria would want to impose. However, where they go could very well depend on how long the TARDIS needed fixing.

"Do ye think that it'll take long, Doctor?"