Young, unique, something else entirely, really. Regeneration was a process, and it was believed to be something like photocopying copies. Something was lost each time. It was a strange trade. You gained experience but grew a little thinner.

"Hmph," he said, sizing her up. Well, she didn't seem a threat, but he didn't like such reticence. Spoilers?

"Well. I suppose I need to ask you other questions you already know the answer to - where precisely am I?"