"Course you don't.Your all burny with...burn things."The Doctor pointed out, fishing glasses out of his pockets and slipping them on his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at her."Mind you Nobody would feel good with those...Dead people did you say?"He questioned mid-sentence.
Looking up, he took a good look around the area.Instead of fear written all over his features however it was...glee."Not often I run into dead people..well no thats not true there was that one Christmas in London...though I'm not sure the Gilth really count as 'dead'.Annoying maybe and blue.They were very blue.."He paused, as though realizing he was rambling, or perhaps to keep an eye out for the zombies, before frowning at her.
"No mates?Well thats not right, everyone should have at least one mate.And a shop.Just a little shop, good for business's those are."He informed her slowly.