“You are a bit of a shortarse.” He agrees, not in the most gentlemanly way, granted. The Master is perfectly capable of chivalry, only when it suits him. The bratty exterior however, hides the overriding thought.. who or what in the seven systems are you? Accompanied of course by the ever-present four-stroke beat.

“And god bless all who sail in her.” He snaps a look at the mystery woman, and her gloves. “Military, I'd say, but with the luxury of galactic peace. Scientific.. advanced enough for the era. Hilarious uniforms. Join the space navy and wear your pyjamas all day! Delighted to make your acquaintance. This is going to be too much fun.”