"Well, then, welcome aboard the good ship." The Doctor said, springing down off the ledge finally, and holding out a hand, with wiggling fingers to shake. Politeness, as he tucked the PADD away in one of the many pockets of the jacket that served the needs he might ever have of it, in any situation he might be wearing it and having needs of. "She's a sturdy lass, so far, and her people seemed to be made of the same kind of mettle."

The smile was manic, with a kind of pleasure that couldn't be masked or faked. "You have to appreciate their zeal."