"Amy," he murmured, looking at her. Amy Pond. It was such a nice, simple name. Kind of like poprocks, which she reminded him of greatly, so it fit well. "Uh, no, I mean. Hank. People usually call me Hank."
He kept pace with her, making sure he wasn't walking too close or too far away. He glanced around as they went, just in case he might spot a feral child. He couldn't help it, after Jake had attacked he and Willow he couldn't walk down a street without wondering where the insane boy was or might be. "So Amy... are you human, then? You and your doctor? Or... I don't know. It seems like most of the people I meet are some type of hero or supernatural here."