"The Doctor is a puzzle, wrapped in an enigma, with a slice of lemon," he states, gazing reflectively at the ceiling. He returns his eyes to her face when she changes the topic.
"I didn't know it was hard to lie to a Time Lady," he says, in mock surprise. "The manual didn't cover that." A small smile quirks at the corners of his mouth. "Really, I'm fine. Absolutely fine. I mean, I'm grieving, but who isn't right now? Ah, that would be whoever set off the explosion..."