Many things have changed about him since arriving here. He needs sleep and food in ways he never has before, not to this extent. His sonic screwdriver works unpredictably on aurora nights. All of his heightened senses are gone, and so much more, but the part of him that's always restless, always needing to move, that won't change.

As he comes back with a small handful of what amounts to fish jerky, he hands it over to Tom with a smile. "Of course we should!" He says this with all the confidence of someone who's mid-sentence on a thought that wasn't even originally his own.

"Now, I'll warn you, I'm booked solid for the next six months, but there's always a chance someone will cancel and then you're my first call, Tom Zane." There's a warmth that sits close to the playfulness in his eyes, and he gives him a little nod before he turns his attention to the fire, tending it, adding more kindling. "You can stay and rest here as long as you need."