"Not impossible. Nothing's impossible." He corrected her with an easy smile, glancing aside just once to the rooster-haired (wait. That was him? That was him!). The Ninth Doctor studied the suited man for a moment eyes narrowing down just a little in concentration before he smiled brightly, teeth displayed during the gesture and he raised one hand to wiggle his fingers. "Hello there, I'm the Doctor. I guess you're me. Oh, that means you're what came about after that last regeneration, eh? What's with the hair? And that suit? You look like a right door-to-door salesman. What do you do, sell vacuum cleaners?" A jibe in all good fun. "But you look fantastic. Not ginger, but fantastic. Lost the ears." He lifted a hand to flick at one of his own ears. "But it looks like I've got plenty other things to make up for it. Really, should we even be talking?" He tended to ramble on when he didn't quite know what was going on. Or.. when he did know what was going on. Or.. you know.. on a Wednesday. Or Tuesday, for that matter. Alright, so he rambled a lot, but then his attention was immediately falling back onto Rose.
She was the most important thing.
"You're alright? Last thing I remember, we're chatting on the TARDIS and I'm ready to regenerate then you're gone and I'm landing a crazy flying machine in the middle of a park in Canada. Sounds a lot like me, actually." The Doctor gave her a cheeky grin in return and came a step forward, hands pulling from his pockets. "It's me, Rose Tyler. Well, I guess that's me, too." Blue eyes directed to the Tenth Doctor once again in mild amusement before returning once again to her. She looked..