"No, I don't" he replied. It wasn't as if he had ever had a comfortable life with SLA Industries. Ever since their rise his life had been spent mostly running. Trying to stay on top of things. Watching, waiting.
"I have work to get on with. You should run along, but I am sure we will speak again soon" he said, motioning to the door. Maybe once she had figured out who he was. He wasn't sure what he'd expect from her. Maybe she'd try to take him alive, maybe she would try to kill him. Either way, the Doctor always tried to prepare himself for whatever may be. And if he wasn't prepared, he would pretend to be.