After a moment, the Doctor decides to follow suit and sit across from her at the bars - his idea of "sitting" is a bit odd to watch, like a giraffe folding those gangly legs of his for a drink of water and looking like a minor miracle that he makes it down in one piece. It's oddly graceful in its own way.

The Doctor adjusts the knees of his trousers. Picks at them. Gives up. "Ohm? But no, I imagine you wouldn't get the brig of something against the Ohm. Big bad cross bugs, the Ohm."

At least from his experience. All rather determined to take down the ship by any means necessary. So not the Ohm, then. Something else.