Four shook Trace's hand, as well as Luke's. They both made vivid points about the reaction of one species to another. Even if Four saw nothing different or strange about Trace, primitive sentient species were a bit ridiculous with superstitions. Of course, anything he may have added to the conversation dried in his throat when the final of their little party introduced himself. Four's pale eyes widened and he could only stare at the younger seeming man.

The Doctor, not Doctor something or other, simply The Doctor. It, well it wasn't impossible. Nothing could truly fit into that awful word but it was certainly irregular! "John? I'm no-" And there was the clap, muffling any protest he may have given. "Yes. Trouble. Even the most peaceful looking place can bring that about." His gaze does not drift from Ten, focused on the younger seeming man completely.

Hang on.

"Scarfy?"