[He listened intently as she told him about the conference. He recalled Commander Tucker from his arrival. That was a sad thing about xenophobia. He would have liked to have great-grandchildren that weren't adopted, actually. Susan would have deserved to have her own, but he was certain many Time Lords would be appalled at the idea.

He leaned forward despite the sharp pain that it sent up his back, looking interested.] Take a drink... Slowly. And then tell me more. Commander Tucker. I believe I recall him from our- you call it a mindmeld. He knew of the girl too and approved of her equally?