"Fine Bill, we'll just stick with Mister Saxon for now then." He pushed off from the wall and began slowly walking along the bookshelf, glancing at the various titles the Doctor had collected. "The Three Little Sontarans... I remember reading that as a Time Tot," he murmured to himself. When Bill asked her question, he continued skimming the titles and reached for a copy of The War of the Worlds.
"The Monks... Tatty robes, long fingers, and bad skin care regimen?"