The Doctor lifts up the hand and presses a kiss to the knuckles with a pleasant smile, as if he's trying to observe human manners in the general time period. "I'm the Doctor," he introduces himself, clapping Angel's cheek fondly. "And I'm sorry that you're coping with a daily onslaught of battles, though I do know something along those lines. Though, this is hardly to compare," he says, holding back index fingers up as if to mimic a goal post. "Only to sympathize," he insists. "What sort of battles, then?" he asks, crossing the door and scanning it behind his back, trying to see if New York is still there. "If you care to share?" he asks, smiling pleasantly as if suggesting that the Doctor loves sharing.