"It was a farming colony when I was there," Susan said, giving him a confused look. She had a feeling that they were clearly missing something here. Two hundred years was more than enough time for him to have regenerated again, but the way that he was acting....
And then he said that they had things to talk about, and her heart dropped into her stomach. Not pleasant in Grandfather-speak was something that was utterly devastating to normal folk.
"What is it?" Susan asked, trepidation clear in her voice as she reached out, curling her arms around his as she leaned against his side. "No, wait. Let's go back to my TARDIS. I have a feeling this isn't the type of conversation we should have on the street."