The smile immediately faded. "Donna Noble," River repeated, surprise blooming in her eyes. "Yes. I do know of you." The smile returned, but this time it held sadness. "I knew I liked you."
Then she tossed her hair and laughed. "Never on time, is he? For all the bragging, and all the Time Lord this and that, he still manages to never be on time."
Being in time was a different story altogether. And the Doctor was always just in time.
"Never one to turn down some directions. But New York City, 1960s? Always a brilliant place to explore. Seems a bit different from the last time I was here."