"She's cross with me," the Doctor said with a really put upon sigh. "She's been cross with me for fifty years, though. You'd think she'd know that I know that she's cross."

He took another drink from the bottle. "That's the one!" he said. "Blue with the dark blue shirt and I had a tie. I had it earlier, what did I do with it?"

The tie was, in fact, tied around the Doctor's head to keep the spikey-ness out of the way, though the end was facing the other way.

"And I am, actually. My companion's....well, she's off. Busy celebrating on her own. Or with...someone else. Not the same since you left." Since the Doctor left him.