Sinister raised an eyebrow and said in a perfect deadpan, "Of course. A woman."
Then he sighed and tucked his hands behind his back, looking down at the consoles as he prowled along their lengths once more, studying each of them briefly.
"So, this woman... I do remember that you used to wax poetic about the flavor of the hour," the doctor prompted as he returned to the first console and checked the time.