He was somewhat satisfied with her answers. Somewhat. He knew that people arrived on the station in a variety of different ways. He had arrived without his TARDIS somehow, although the blue box had arrived after he eventually slept. Thankfully with that came his belongings and with that the drug he needed to live.
"No... No you don't" he said, his expression turning more neutral. His smile vanished and he paused to lean forward. He knit his fingers together and rested his wrists on the edge of the table as he leaned forward. "He isn't particularly fond of people who don't follow him unquestionably" he said in slightly more hushed tones. "People like that don't tend to stick around in higher paying jobs. Unless the so called World of Progress has changed since I was last there. And there is the possibility we're from very different points in time or even different timelines" he added.