"Oh. What was-" Doctor begins to wonder at the screens out loud when the light of the scanner reads his eye. Then the screen pulls up his image and number, asking for Authorization.

He bursts into laughter and points at his mugshot. "Oh that's horrible! I look like I was run over by the paparazzi and left to sleep in a dumpster. When did this happen? It must have been early in the morning after I was writing all night. I don't remember getting a company camera stuck in my face before I was tidied up better."

"Command Authorization."

"It was authorization. Have you tried that yet?" he asks her. He looks back at the screen. Curious as he always is he makes something up. "Uh yes. You are authorized! Uh. Show me more photographs!"