The idea of cameras tracking his every move for the entertainment of millions of people was unnerving and an annoyance. "Seriously?" Even if he did live something resembling a normal life, there was no way some network would ever convince him. "She a friend of yours?"
He picked up his glass again. "Daleks. What is that?" The word brought up an image of some kind of weird ass duck-looking thing, which he doubted was what it actually was. "Even if it is, there's enough different types of people around here that it'll get figured out." He caught the look as he took a drink, an eyebrow arching. The 'who, me?' expression. The woman had no shortage of curiosity.