Marta! Brilliant. Lovely name, Marta. I'm the Doctor, as you'll probably have guessed — I am the only one here at the moment, so by process of elimination and all that, there's me.

[ He pulls his goggles away from his face and runs a hand through his coif of hair to get it back to its perfectly respectable looking state.

And then he waves. ]

Ah, this? This — this — well, I think it's supposed to be a sort of ice box ... thing. Only without the ice, just the cold. You know, for frozen pops and the like, once we get frozen pops and the like.

[ It definitely ... lacks a kind of elegance and may even resemble a couple of the hunks of metal currently in the kitchen. (Though it can be said that the ones in the kitchen have since taken on better appearances, due to one meddling fellow orber with far too many names to count.

The Doctor's still a bit huffy about that, truth be told.) ]