The Doctor, or rather his Eleventh incarnation, sat down at the table casually, crossing one leg as he leaned back and tapped his chin thoughtfully. Glancing over at the other Doctor, he took note in each little change in behaviour, the patterns, the dips and the ups. The very mention of planets had brought about a sort of dread between the two of them and without the smallest of smiles, he replied, "It's not out there, not yet at least and by your tone I can only assume you're wondering if Gallifrey's made an appearance yet" he said, taking his hand away from his chin. "I'm not going to say that it might never show up, because it just might, we can't be too careful"
The Doctor picked up the pack of Jammy Dodgers and opened them, taking one out before he slid the pack back into the middle of the table. "And as to what exactly is up there? Consider that we're possibly dealing with multiple versions of events and realities, universes, timelines... I'm not entirely sure" he said with some dread in his voice. "I want to be sure, i want to be certain before I say anything and right now any information I have is minor and anything I would say would be nothing more that guess work, but!" he paused and wagged a finger at the other Doctor, much in the same manner any old man might do when pointing something out to someone much younger, "That isn't to say Gallifrey is among them... I would have noticed..." he said before taking his hand back to settle. "The Master is showing an unhealthy amount of interest in Gallifrey. He seems to have this idea that he might be able to make things better and we all know what that usually means" he said with a shake of his head, crossing his arms. "He spoke to me, when I arrived, about rebuilding Gallifrey. Training and grooming humans into becoming Time Lords... it was all incredibly absurd" he tutted, rolling his eyes. "He's as delusional as he's always been, maybe even more so"