Might be the sort whose often spoiling for a good scrap, but the last thing I want is a war: been through two of 'em in the last century. Seeing Granny Dearest get shut somewhere in a cave to starve while she thinks about what she did to her own ichor and... whatever Pthumerians are made of.

I wouldn't put it past someone to be the "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" type. Had an old boyfriend like that; he flitted through here or at least through a dream I had, around the end of September. Kind of glad it just turned out to be a dream, since he's one of the last people I'd want to see turn up here from the world The Doctor and I came from.

[A low, slightly shaky chuckle.] Tempted to go out for a walk with a bowl of banana smoothie and call for 'um like I'm looking for a missing cat. [High-pitched old lady voice.] Heeerrrre, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. Come out now. [Things are likely getting heavy for him and he's attempting to lighten them up.]