Time Lords can usually detect the presence of others among their race. The Master, although still slightly muzzy from being dragged here has only just begun to realise he's not quite alone aboard this starship. He can almost smell the Doctor...

When he's approached by this female; the smell, the presence, feels closer still. The Master is aware enough to tell this isn't the Doctor in a very novel regeneration, but she's definitely more than human. Far beyond that. Something ancient, familiar, something that should be known to him, but there's uncertainty.

The Master swiftly assess her appearance. He notes the gloves, slightly unusual compared to her relatively casual garments. He only pays attention to the jewellery under the tight fabric, because of his own ring... which he wore for so long, but now no longer possesses, or needs. It was melted to nothing during the explosion that resulted in Lucy's meddling with his resurrection.

He doesn't betray it physically, but responds with an air of off-handed pique. “You might want to tell him on this occasion, the sentiment is mutual. One of his little friends I presume?” Let her think that's what he believes.



[ooc: Have genned up on her info, and whilst it doesn't seem to be her style, she is welcome to bitch-slap him at any point.]