The Doctor never tires of this; the way their faces light up, the way their brain slows to the simple process of observation, the way they look at her in awe. Lips tugging into a smile, the Doctor watched Stiles as he stared inside the TARDIS. He hadn't even let him really in yet.

"Come along, can't take a tour from outside can you?" The Doctor said, pressing his hands against Stiles' shoulder before striding ahead of him. Pushing his hands against railings before he's standing before the console, his hands absent mindedly moving of their own accord across the dials. No abnormal readings, nothing... still.