"It's hardly my fault the TARDIS doesn't always land where I ask her to land, now is it?" he demanded, rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment. "I'd like to see you try to fly her all on your own. It isn't easy. You don't really think that console is meant for one person, do you?"
Of course, he knew other Time Lords who managed TARDISes all on their own, some with greater success than himself, but he wasn't about to make that admission, not if he could get around it.
"An Angel in your eye? Really? That's a new one. I didn't know about that one. Sorry. Can't have been pleasant. You seem all right now, though, don't you? The other Doctor must have taken care of things, and yes, we did share a flat with a friend because of the Angels. Ask your version of me about it some time. You might be entertained.
"As for the TARDIS ... no." He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, frowning. "That's a bit of a sore spot, actually. Well, not as sore as it could be. I have the beginnings of a TARDIS, you see, a bit of coral from the original. Going to take some time to mature, if I ever get the time, seeing as I'm apparently in the wrong universe again."