For a time, he was quiet, feigning paying close attention to the tea he was making though the task most certainly didn't require the whole of his formidable attention. The motions of the task were calming, familiar, something he had gone over with almost every single companion since Barbara and Ian first set foot in the TARDIS.
Once the water was hot and the tea had steeped long enough, he poured himself and Amy each a cup. Silently, he put out the milk, cream and sugar, and then took a seat at the table, tea cup cradled in his hands.
"This isn't my first time in New York," he finally said. "I brought Martha here. Once on purpose. A second time by accident. Actually, I suppose you could say I brought to New York on purpose twice. We went to New New York. Well, actually, the fifteenth New York. I was there with Rose as well. I don't suppose you've heard much about them. Unless he's vastly different from me, I don't like to talk about past companions."