Every movement he made was so deliberate, and slightly forgein. It had never been thus, not even with the Doctor. In fact there was much of him that was deceptively the same, until his skin burned cold against hers. An she felt the double beat of his hearts.

But this man? He was some unknown, exotic animal. She watched him with a lidded-gaze, still fascinated.

"The air within can be stale," Reinette agreed.

"The company as well."