"Well, that's good then. At least I won't have to spend my time avoiding stones aimed at me," he quipped with a smile. The smile faded though at the mention of the New York door and he nodded, expression impassive but his lips momentarily set in a grim line. "Yes. I know. I've been over there helping out a lot."
The Doctor didn't like the idea of people dying, especially if it was preventable. Actually, he didn't even like the times it wasn't preventable. However, something in her words caught his attention. "Help cross over...?" His brow furrowed again and he was back to studying her, what was it about this young woman that he couldn't quite figure out?