"Book smarts hardly count," The Doctor said, a teasing lift to his voice. He was feeling much better now that the topic had been shifted from the Dalek's here in town, though a part of his mind was still working out what to do with them.
"There's no one else to do it," he added, shrugging a bit. "I'm the last of us when I'm from. Still not sure what to make of you being alive again, not that I'm not grateful for it. But anyway, it's down to me. Besides, you know how I love the excitement that comes with it." And that was definitely true. There was nothing like the feeling of saving people, or of running for your life. It was safe to call The Doctor a bit of an adrenaline junkie.