[ The Doctor is impressed by the little maneuver, the sheer impossible-made-possible-ness of it, but then, there's been quite a lot of that here already. The hay seemingly out of nowhere is wondrous enough, of course, but the other man's movements are equally impressive. If they ever need to climb a tree again, he's nabbing him first.

— is he injured? Oh, right, yes, there was something else happening apart from Altaïr hitchhiking on a stack of hay suddenly appearing out of the sky... ]

Perfectly alright! [ A few superficial scratches on his arms, though he hardly notices. He's still distracted. ] No doubt helped by...well, all of that.

[ He makes a few wild, nonsensical gestures with his hands. ]

Is that something you can only do here in this world, or even back where you're from? What are we calling this? It needs a name — the Haystack Hop?

[ He scrunches up his nose. ] No, needs work. We'll think on it. You're okay? Obviously, I assume, but...nothing pulled, wrenched, out of place? And the fruit?