[Jazz almost seems to huff. He has no problem hanging onto the Doctor, however, even if the pressure of his claws is — for a brief moment — bracing. He routinely hangs onto Fortescue when she's jumping about, and this is small stuff by comparison.]

You're wearing a wig? [Fortescue arches an eyebrow, smirking.] It's a very nice wig. And oh, no, I meant the very cute brunette. [This is not a very innocent smirk, Doctor, but at least it's not malicious. Fortescue does, in fact, play for all the teams, so to speak.] So that makes three of your friends I've met. All lovely.