"Yes," he replies gently, given that they do seem to be in the midst of a gap of time. "However, as a friend of mine always sees fit to tell me. Spoilers," he says warningly. "I'm happy to tell you about the gaps between us, but that could prove dangerous to the fabric of the time and space continuum. I can, however, sum up. It likely won't be as interesting as yours, though," he says, jamming on the brakes and basking in the landing sound of the TARDIS. "What do you say?" he asks, awkwardly jamming his elbow lightly against her side. "I buy you a drink and you catch me up on the goings on of your life. Silver sand, mai-tais, and Martha Jones. What more could an alien ask for!"