"I'm not sure enough for bets, but I've got some nasty suspicions," Eight mutters to Jack before the lift arrives.

He'll step into the lift with this being. He's the Time Lord who goes where angels, pure or halfbreed, fear to tread. Muzak or no muzak. He hasn't yet met a sanitised synth rendition of The Girl From Ipanema he hasn't lived through. He steps in and utters the words that give monsters nightmares.

"Hello. I'm the Doctor."