Everyone is drifting towards the console now apparently, and the Doctor follows behind in their wake, with a slight huff. "It's Time Lord technology, because I'm a Time Lord," he says querulously, ignoring about a dozen or so other questions in favour of the ones he deems closest to relevant. "Transdimensional engineering." That probably answers everything on the technological front, right? He circles around the console, all defensive eyebrows, threatened by Iman's enthusiasm. He's traveled with people who didn't ask this many in-depth TARDIS-related questions in the course of years, much less a few minutes. "The phone booth is just a disguise. Or possibly the longest running inside joke in the history of anything. TARDIS humour is a rarefied art."

Callie, too, seems quite taken with the TARDIS, and she's not even a dimensional physicist. Though she is, or was potentially, a muse of space--whatever that means. He should probably get that clarified at some point, it might be meaningful, though it hadn't sounded like a species. Then again, Time Lord doesn't really either, and that's never stopped anyone. "Shame we're grounded, or I'd really show you something," he says wistfully. Iman is a great target for being impressive, and Callie could probably use a distraction more than anything.