He stopped at the corner of the TARDIS, reaching out slowly to touch her side. That was... disconcerting. Seeing his old girl, replicated, in the hands of--well, admittedly himself. And she worked. He could feel it, the lack of pain in her systems, the ease at which she could work... He patted her one more time before pulling his hand away. "Hello, old girl."
Then he turned to the Doctor. Tempus. At least he had another name. "Ruin all my fun, you," he said with a wry chuckle. Not that he wanted to get involved in another universe's conflicts. He'd done that before, through lack of choice, but it was never a good idea. "Don't have... any one, unifying summary like that for mine," he said slowly. "No one's managed to take over yet."