"Our earlier meeting?" The Doctor turned now to look the Fugitive full in the face, his expression obviously incredulous at the other mans story, "Don't tell me you've followed me over here to bother me because you were offended by my brevity?" He asked briskly, looking distinctly disapproving about the matter in hand, before turning quickly to face the shop keeper again.

A couple of beats passed, and finally, the Doctor deigned to speak again, "If you must know, it's to keep the pace of the patients heartbeat recorded." A lie, of course, but what could he do? He'd broken every oath he'd ever made, save the one to his wife on their wedding night, what were a few more lies to a demanding stranger?