America | 13
America nodded, she had lived most of her life among humans but yeah she was still technically an Alien. "Yeah I suppose I am," She was a little surprised when the Doctor admitted to not being human either, but she guessed that made sense too, she was a little too manic, a little too much... just too much to be human.
She didn't understand half of what the Doctor said as she explained about a Tardis? and her sonic, which America guessed was the little pen thing that she'd pulled out of her pocket. It didn't look like some crazy weapon though so that was something. And as the Doctor told her what she tended to use it for most often America decided it would probably be okay to be scanned by it.
"You're not getting a brie reading on me, are you?" She asked, because the look on the Doctor's face said she got back something that maybe didn't quite make sense.
"Ah- I didn't?" She paused for a moment, she didn't talk a lot about what she was or where she came from, Earth was the kind of place where that didn't always matter a lot as long as you could prove you were on the right side. "I'm a Fuertona Starling, from the Utopian Parallel."