He couldn't stop smiling. It was silly, but he couldn't help it. Martha Jones was here. Martha was here, and Rose was here, and Clara was here and he was getting to know her more every day and in a place of such endless, slow boredom, that was wonderful.
"I suppose not. Not technically, anyway. You haven't met this face, anyway. I'm trying to decide what might help other than mentioning those ridiculous sideburns. Maybe it would help if I introduce myself as Mr Smith?"