[See, the Doctor always showed up in his dreams, so tonight was no different. Here she was, studying this and that, all while he leaned against a tunnel wall and watched. Every curiosity, every new thing seemed to make her buzz with the possibilities, the excitement of something that could be picked apart and simply ascertain.

What did he think?]

I think... you'll tempt the thing to hunt you if you get near its offspring. Look there, tucked into the alcove. That isn't its lunch.