Stepping back a bit, the Doctor allowed himself a half-smile at Jack's suggestion he needed a vacation just as badly. "I think I've already been given more of a break than I deserve," he said. "I had time to say goodbye to everyone, for a change, and then I find myself whisked away to a place and time where there just happens to be a convenient alien ship with systems I can use to not only heal myself but safely siphon off enough regenerative energy that I don't have to change. I don't know that I should risk asking the universe for anymore favors."
Rather more comfortable, now that they'd gotten past the issue of the 456, the Doctor dropped onto the jump seat and sprawled out with his arms across its back and his feet propped up on the TARDIS console. He was in his brown suit and cream trainers, but had opted for casual with just a blue jumper underneath his suit jacket. His hair was as wild as ever, contributing to the image of slovenly ease he painted just at the moment.
"I'll talk to Rose. I've already told her you'll be all right. I'm not sure we should tell her exactly what happened at Satellite Five. Not specifics. I've already given her a general idea so she could understand why I changed. She doesn't need to know the reason you can't die, but I don't think it's fair to leave her thinking that you can, either.
"As for Gwen and Ianto, they are your team, aren't they? What exactly were you getting at with the pig Latin?"