'It's a familiar man behind the face,' Charley assures him with a soft smile, looking up momentarily from sorting through teabags. Eventually, she discovers something that looks more or less like good old-fashioned black tea, and makes herself a cup with that and two sugars. She picks up the mug gingerly, making her way over to the bed where she sits with her legs crossed, and looks up at the Doctor.

'And I take it these aren't good familiar faces? Go on, then, what should I be bracing myself for?'