"Maybe she knows him?" Fred thought it was a little rude for the grumpy Millie to go and talk to the guy at the other table, even though he was cute. She looked back at the Doctor; well, he wasn't bad looking either, she supposed. It was the accent maybe. Fred liked the accent. Wes had an accent like that. Her mind was taking a few paths it hadn't before, and it took a moment before Fred to realize the Doctor'd just made a joke. Well, maybe a joke.
"Well, yeah, think they'd need some activist. We'd prolly stick 'em down in the dirt, which they prolly'd like, but then they might be forced to be rotorooters or somethin', and who'd wanna have to deal with backed up cess pumps and all that? I wouldn', and then think of what other mutant animals might come up. then again, they might just want to make us their slaves. Didn' the mole wanna make Thumbalina his queen? Though I don't think he loved her much. He just wanted her for her little body." Okay, so, maybe she took the mutant mole thing a little far, but sometimes it was hard to pull that mind of hers in before it ran its course.