"The Enterprise." He turns it over his mouth, with a small smile emerging on the sound of it. It's a good name. Indicative. Evocative. Some drive or goal. Potentially toward any million possible things. Aims. Means. Ideas. Humans were always so good at that sort of thing. Ideas, and naming things. It's tucked like a trading card in his back pocket as she's goes on.

"No idea yet." It's serious, before there's the pop of a smile. "But it's doesn't seem half bad so far."
It's half the fun, Rose Tyler. Having no idea at all what he's fallen into. What he's about to get into. Or do.

"These other people who've been here longer. Have you had a chance to meet them? Do you knew where they came from?"