Well, well, who have we here? One's sense of timelines is necessary muddled in a place like the Nexus, but when it comes to the Doctor, the Master considers himself finely attuned to nuance. This, he's fairly certain, is the Doctor before he stumbled upon that human fool Yana at the end of the universe, before he had any idea that the Master had also escaped the devastation of the Time War.

And isn't that just fun? The Master could clap his hands with glee. And here in the Nexus, he needn't even worry about the consequences of crossing his timeline.

Instead, he idly fishes a satsuma out of his pocket from where he's leaning against a nearby streetlamp, tossing it and catching it a few times as he watches the Doctor shrewdly.

'A Time Lord can do what he likes, surely.' He lifts his voice just enough to answer the Doctor's question, shouldering himself off the streetlamp to idly meander in the Doctor's direction, still playing catch with the satsuma. He's smiling just a little, eyebrow up, waiting to see if the Doctor clocks him for who he is. 'Playing tourist? That's usually your bag, isn't it?'

((OOC: Hope it's not wildly too late to jump on this post! I saw and couldn't resist))