[The Doctor can't help it. He's attracted to strong, dangerous women who like blowing things up. He plops down in the seat across from her with some sort of fruity thing that has an umbrella and several pieces of fruit in it, including a banana.]
Fascinating isn't it? All these people, these worlds, these universes, these species. The place ought to just implode, or explode or grind the universe to a halt and yet it continues clicking on rather reliably. Well, I say reliably; I mean some what reliably but reliable is boring and who'd want that?