i've gotta warn you: it's been three hundred years.

oh! uh. well, uh, that's . . .

barnaby the duck! you gave him a hat!

oh, sure! what do you have?

you live here with other people? it's so cool.

forgetting his height as he gets up and hitting his head on a table as he gets up, rubbing his head sheepishly; tripping over; at one point he almost knocks over one of art's vases, but his fast reflexes means he catches it, locking eyes with del and laughing nervously. )

nice place you got here!

( it's nothing like the spacecraft he's seen back home, or the one he arrived in. he looks around the room thoughtfully, following the notes on observation in the vpd instruction manual, albeit clumsily -

( instinctively covering his crotch. ) why not?!

( motioning her to move behind him, gun poised, walking slowly. )

did you know him? poor guy.

woah!!! awesome!!!

the most important thing we can do right now is not panic, okay, miss? can you do that for me?

( he takes his gun out of his holster. ) keep close, and keep quiet. we're gonna see if anyone's still in the house, okay?

oh, sh--!!! ( pouncing immediately into defense mode. softening when he sees it's just . . . another person? )

excuse me, ma'am, you scared me! i, uh, didn't realize there was *someone else* on board . . .

whatcha gonna name him? i think he looks like a . . . barnaby.

who says he's a he?

oh, no! i'll carry it. i'm stronger than you anyway. but it's for you! to say thanks for getting me on the tardis, and being such a good friend and everything . . .

hey, cass! got something for ya.

it's okay, it's okay, don't worry, miss, i'm a police officer! i can take care of this. do you know where your parents are?

ooh nice closet miss what's it made o-- WOAH