America | 13
Not a human. Right. She should've guessed- well, she probably should have suspected, at least. "Alien, then? I'm not human, either." The Doctor grinned, reaching into her pocket to show America her sonic screwdriver, pushing the button so it whirled, but not pointing it at her just yet.
"S'my sonic! Well, it's a bit of a rough one. I had to build this one myself after the TARDIS kicked me down to Earth a ways back, but it's good enough. Made of good ol' Sheffield Steel." The Doctor wasn't sure why she was so proud of that fact. Maybe it's because she felt her accent came from that area. Funny how new faces had new attachments.
"Um, I usually use my sonic to get readin's on things. Gets me a better understanding of people. Places. Things. Cheeses. This one's calibrated to warn me if there's brie. I don't like brie." She pointed it at America, doing a quick wave then looking down at the readings.
"Oh...huh." She looked at a loss then looked up at America. "What species did you say you were, again?"