"Chasing what things down in London?" he asks, ever curious, especially for any tales of the Doctor. And trying to imagine what creatures would necessitate a bow and arrow instead of a usually more efficient gun. (Though he guessed it could be just a quirk of the Doctor's, not liking guns!)
He checks out a bow for himself - not nearly as much trouble with tension with his upper body strength - and glances over at Martha with a smile. "I think they've got some smaller ones over there?"