"I am glad you are here and not dead," he laughed. He knew a thing or two about timeline and then weren't lines at all really. More like a spider web, not knowing which leds where. "Not really. She's a ship. My TARDIS." He didn't mind telling her. Since she dealt with the strange all the time it seemed. "I'm an alien."
"I'm really not," he sighed. "But sometimes you don't really have a choice in the matter."