She does not get grumpy around me. No one appreciates my charm, I tell ya.

[He's pouting now. The Doctor can probably hear it in his voice.]

You didn't strike me as a hat guy. 'specially not one of those.

[He maneuvers the prowler through the choppy entrance into the planet's atmosphere and then begins their final decent.]

Doctor, I really hope we aren't going to need helmets to breathe on this planet, since I don't think we've got any in here.