The Doctor was interested in advanced technology as much as the next time travelling extraterrestrial scientist was. The Enterprise was a sight to see, larger without the perspective of empty space. Dwarfed by it was a battered craft that obviously did not fly under a planet's flag. What It lacked in spit and shine, it made up for in character.
An oddly dressed man seemed to be speaking to someone in the craft. Having nothing better to do, and all the time he needed to make; The Doctor put his hands in his pockets and strolled on over.
He caught slivers of conversation. Wizarding could be fascinating. He walked beside the man with a strange hat. "Ah she's quite a ship." Looking at it casually "Not familiar with the model, but seems to have a story or two to tell." He eyed scars on the hull that might have been battle damage.