Oh, yes, I've watched many stars disappear and reappear and be born and die. The universe is always growing and expanding, twisting and turning. It's bigger and more beautiful and terrible than you might ever imagine and I've only just scratched the surface.

[ As the Doctor speaks, he's often moving and fidgeting with his hands, unable to ever really be completely still at any given moment. ]

Bit delayed from the exploring though now, as you might imagine.

[ Being trapped here as they are. Yet, in spite of the Doctor's loathing for their present circumstances — the lack of free will in being here — there's a purpose in their presence here and he'll do his best to help.

His attention, though, is now diverted when the other man pulls out the mirror, and the Doctor now returns to sit on the bench closer to him, attempting to observe the mirror more clearly. ]

Oh, that's a clever thing! I traveled the stars in my ship, the TARDIS. She took me anywhere I wanted to go. Well, very rarely where I actually wanted to go, but where I needed to go more often than not.

[ But the projection is capturing his attention more than anything else right now and he focuses back on it, studying the details. ]

You must have a favorite constellation here, then. Or home. Both! Do tell. And tell me more about this navigation device of yours.