I'm a good presser! That was my nickname, actually, they called me the presser when I was knocking 'round with the Butterfly Coterie on Stellarax Five. They were trying to — actually, it wasn't presser, come to think of it. What was that word? Oh no, it wasn't about me at all, it was — never mind, though things turned out alright for them in the end, if you were worried. Point is, I don't particularly mind pressing anyone in power to do better. When things need doing sometimes though, well, it's hard to ignore it.

You might say I'm not always subtle when people aren't being looked after.

[ It's a level of self-awareness he doesn't always have, nor fully embrace, but he is also always the first to be quite aware of his failings. He is trying his best to abide by some of the rules here, painful as that is for him when he'd far prefer being the loudest in the room and pressuring all of them to come to some sort of sense about all of this.

Steve is saved from more of the Doctor's rambling, though, as they approach the home, in disrepair as it is. His hearts soften more measurably at the sight of the children, and he's quick to (hopefully) mitigate any concern.

There's a soft, gentle smile on his face, more subdued, intended to dispel worry at the sight of two strangers suddenly appearing at their home. ]

Hello there, I'm the Doctor. This is my very good friend, Steve. We were sent here to help a bit if we can. Is your mother about, or might be soon?

[ It sounded as though she might be working quite a lot, based on what that neighbor had shared. ]