If the doctor had any say in matters, he'd tell the early bird to go fuck itself. But sleeping in amongst this bunch of peasant-strangers wasn't really an option. Sleeping in hadn't been an option in a very long time and sometimes he berated himself for not running into the first horde of certain death back in the early days of the end of the world. Now, after four years of struggling and fighting, it would seem like such a waste, wouldn't it?
He was still too much of a newcomer and hadn't really gone out of his way to be friendly with the 'locals' so people didn't really try to strike up a conversation with him as he wandered around, looking for something useful in this makeshift market. Instead of an interesting item, he spotted an interesting face, coming to a stop right next to him.
"I wouldn't," he said, gaze on the glasses. "They wouldn't look very flattering on you."