"You're right, my machine is a 'she'," He muttered. "The telepathic link in the TARDIS translates everything into your own language. Even alien languages." The Time Lord grabbed Dani's clothing again as one of his wounds tinged with pain. When he felt her place a hand on his cheek, he looked up into her young eyes, his old ones studying her face. He could sense the sympathy and kindness within this girl. He knew he could trust her. She was cleaning his wounds after all. Letting him show his appreciation, he mustered up a warm smile. "Thank you..." 

Dani then proceeded to ask about the Travarian's. "They're fairly related, just by the looks really," He told her. "Why? What did you have in mind?"