Blue receives a warm, confident and most importantly no transferring of memories, handshake. After a moment or two The Doctor loosely wiggles away.

"Blimey, always wanted to meet someone named after a colour. Good to meet you, Blue. Could I call you Azul?" The Doctor joke-teases and looking around for somewhere in the armory for them to have a seat.

"You know what? Let's go to kitchen get some tea! And you could tell me more about your people. How does that sound?"