The Doctor wasn't much for knocking. Not quite his thing, knocking. He could do it when he absolutely had to, but he rather preferred letting himself in and cutting out the middleman.

Easier that way.

The Doctor almost tripped over that otter of Daniel's. The otter shot him an annoyed look and a twitch of its whiskers before it got to its feet and began to lead him around the maze of artifacts with that loping otter run. The Doctor followed behind, jigging and jagging over engine pieces and ancient pottery. Took a leggy hop over a collection of holo projectors that were fritzing on and off, apparently still functioning on their backup power cells. The otter slinked its way toward where he would eventually find the human, standing in front of a table with a dead person on it.

Ah, of course. Daniel and Egyptians. It meant he'd have a special interest in mummies, he imagined.

The Doctor peered at the mummy. "I suppose you insisted on naming this one. Archaeologists! Never could resist that sort of thing."

Daniel looked about the same as the last time he saw him. Maybe a little bit more frazzled in the hair than he remembered. Other than that, well; Daniel Jackson the Otter Soother. Archaeologist on his time off.