"I should say you haven't," reiterated the Metacrisis Doctor as he came to a stop in front of her again. He seemed to be a bit fascinated by her choice of clothing; it had been a long time since he'd had a companion who wore skirts, especially miniskirts.
Eventually, though, he drew his attention back up where it belonged, to Amy's expression, and he could see that whichever him had chosen her had chosen someone with confidence. He took a step back; the last time he'd had a confident ginger traveling with him, he'd gotten slapped, quite often, especially when the both of them were confused at once.
"Bow ties and tweed? Must be a new one. A new me, that is. He didn't happen to mention anything to you that might help me place him, did he? Don't worry. You won't be telling me anything I shouldn't know. At least, I don't think you will be. I'm not him, or rather, I won't be him. Divergent timelines. Two different universes, in fact. What's your name?"