Rose Tyler & the Twelfth Doctor
Rose laughed at his mistake. It was lucky the Institute hadn't hired him for English; those poor students would've been so confused. "Okay, ignoring for the moment the fact that it's supposed to be a train and not a ship, what do you do if you hit an iceberg? Figuratively speaking."
Men. Of course that would be the part he latched onto. She rolled her eyes in good-natured exasperation. "Why don't we split the difference and call you 'lukewarm'?"
She stared at him. No, her luck couldn't be that bad, right? He was probably just being mysterious for the same reasons he was carrying a guitar and talking about the Who. "Rose Tyler. You'll notice that that's a proper name and not what sounds like a code name from a spy film. Afraid I'll give you a bad review on RateMyTeachers, Professor?"