[ The staring goes unnoticed and he simply interprets it as Cloud deciding whether or not he wants to be a part of this gift choosing scheme, which, fair enough. It isn't that he's particularly keen on rushing right past the topic; it's more like an act of absentmindedness that often comes with him not being human but human-looking (although the Time Lords would claim that it was humans that had taken on their likeness and not the other way around). He'd be happy to expand and just come outright with the truth if Cloud asked.

Before he can reach for the packaged pendant however, it's passed to him instead. The Doctor's lips quirk crookedly by way of thanks. Normally he'd be more inclined usually to act a little incredulously and say that he makes friends just fine - but instead he lets out the equivalent of a sheepish grumble for him. ]

Sounds a little like the pot calling the kettle black here. We've got matching charms now. [ He pockets it, reminding himself to figure out what to do with it later. Maybe he'd hang it off the sonic screwdriver. That might be fun. He motions slightly with his head to keep them moving down the stretch of stalls. ]

Clara is a school teacher but she travels with me. She's short. Bossy, like skirts and coffee. She's also incredibly brave.