The Doctor watched as that quiet agreement came, settled, and retreated like a wave against sand. It was soaked up and put away. You knew he was right, Doctor. Perhaps it was because he'd had longer to think of ways of getting home - and why getting home could be so disastrous.
"Oh, I doubt she wants my coat anyway." Speaking of Rose Tyler, the tenth Doctor looked at his watch, making a face. "I'm sorry, got an appointment in ten minutes," he sighed, though any discomfort was rapidly replaced by a cheeky grin. "See you at Noon," he waggled his brow. "And I'm hoping when I get back this mess will be cleared up." He was talking about the bits of metal and junk. He was teasing you, Time Lord.