She was teetering again, wasn't she? So the rather prickly pear was actually a fragile one, wouldn't be the first time the Doctor had run in to one of these. It was sort of cliche, if you asked him - that the pretty mean girl on the outside be all hurt and mushy on the inside. Not that he was judging, just observing.
"We pick names that describe us. I'm the Doctor because I fix things. I make things better," he explained, but it was clear she was already off in her own little world which he supposed was well enough.
She was headed on down the hallway in the direction of the showers.
"Nice meeting you," he called after her, shuffling off in the direction of the mens changing room.