"I'll have you know she's the one putting me through my paces, now," he says, affronted at the very idea that... "Oh! Oh! Martha Jones," he says excitedly, grabbing hold of the hand not occupied with a cup of coffee. "I hope you don't have much to do right now because I've just recalled. I've redecorated," he says proudly. "Although," he admits, furrowing his brow, "I didn't have much to do with it. And she stores all the backups, clever girl, keeps them tucked and hidden away. Come along," he summons, giving a light tug as he's on his way. "A quick hop in the TARDIS, for old time's sake and I'll have you back in time for crumpets," he promises.