[ Look at how small she is. The Doctor falls quiet before she even speaks up. His mind goes back to the little Scottish girl who waited all night in her garden for him. He casts a long glance at his ship, hoping the old girl doesn't plan to put him through something else like Amelia Pond. It's hard enough to forget how his meddling in her life completely destroyed it. He won't let himself do that again.

Her tiny voice brings his attention back to the present. He can't help but smile and admire her determination. Oh, she is going to be a handful for her parents. ]

Why would I want your hair? I've got my own. [ A hand comes up and ruffles his own long bangs. ] It's unruly, but, it's what I got. I never got to be ginger like I wanted. [ He's out of lives after all. ] Is your hair special?