What, this is seriously his innocent face, Eva. Look how innocent it is. It’s so innocent it’s almost painful.

“Enough, I think.” The Doctor looks thoughtful, reaching down with a stick to nudge at the little fire they have going. A few cinders float up into the night air, the flames crackling. Between the water and the fire, they’re safe from the library. At least for the time being. “You’re one of the special ones, Eva. Not that all humans aren’t, even the excessively reasonable ones. But you’re you. Maybe you ought to consider what you’d like to do after this. All this.”

He waves at the dark sky over them, impossible big even for being on Stacy. “All of this”, as if encompassing not just the Ohm and saving Earth (again), but what she saw herself doing if she could be back on her home world and there was laundry and…that other stuff her species did. What then? Most humans would be glad to go back to that rountine, but Eva didn’t strike him as just like every other human. Sometimes she reminded him of Amy.

And then there were the other times, where she turned wild and she had it in her to take man-eating libraries on. Suffice to say he’s impressed.