"Huh," Nora said thoughtfully as she took a seat beside the Doctor. she had pulled her arm warmers off and had stuck them in her coat pocket, and she leaned gently on her forearms, which were propped against the edge of the table. "So what is your native language, then? Since the TARDIS can't translate it...?"

The steaming cup of cocoa was placed in front of her and Nora inhaled the beautiful scent and let out a sigh. "Thank you so much," she told the woman gratefully before she moved off. The Doctor said that the last time she had been here to have this cocoa was when the woman had been ten years old and Nora laughed softly, amused, and said. "Yeah okay." Then she looked over at her and didn't see any trace of a joke on the other woman's face. "You're serious?" she asked, brow furrowing a little in confusion as her gaze shifted from the young looking woman beside her to the significantly older one making toast behind the counter. Nora blinked in confusion and her eyes returned to the Doctor. "So, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you exactly?"