The Doctor narrowed his eyes, removed his sonic screwdriver from his leather jacket's interior pocket, and used it to scan the strange person that stood in front of him.
The sonic did not tell him anything useful, other than that the man was human. That was actually sort of surprising; the Doctor had him figured for some kind of robot, based on the way he was looking at him and speaking. Without a word, the screwdriver was put away, though the eyes did not become less narrow and the scowl did not leave the timelord's face.
"I don't have a point in time," the Doctor corrected. He crossed his arms over his chest. "But go right ahead and ask."