This turn of events is shocking, just incredibly shocking, the Doctor had thought he was being quite civil that time. It's only natural to be curious as to why a rude shapeshifting teenage cat has staked out an alternate incarnation of one's home. Since when does the TARDIS even have interpersonal relationships! What nonsense. A huge swath of what makes him so impressive, just up and cutting out the middleman and acquiring friends of its own. Though he supposes it is an interesting turn of the tables, an exercise in much needed empathy, to not get on with her companion for a change.

Hang on, "Let me out--?" He continues backing around the console, until he's in the clear to stare incredulously at both of them. This smuglet is still threatening to turn into a bear and sit on him. He makes a face at Daine, one that would be more at home on someone an infinitesimal, inexpressible fraction of his great age, though he resists the urge to tack on a shooing gesture. Can't even throw people out of this TARDIS. What has the world come to. Well. He'll just have to let things lie for now, as foreign a concept as that is. "Yes, thank you for the welcome party, I'm sure my fruit basket is on its way. Bye now!"