"Well, I was looking for a Mister Stieber," the Doctor explains, taking a look about the depot before returning his gaze to the woman. "But as he doesn't seem to be present, I suppose I'll just have to speak with you, now, won't I?" Not that he minds. Her coldness doesn't do much to put him off, the persistant old man ever eager to learn more about what sort of people wind up in this place.

"I don't suppose you know anything about, ah, scientific devices? Particuarily for the study of dirt samples." The question comes with some hint of curiosity, the Doctor's interest beyond simply finding what he's looking for.