"Oh, coral? I had been meaning to change the one my own, but then again the Council never does approve of my tinkering with the presidential TARDIS."

There was no helping the delicate arch of her left brow even as she accepted the offered seat. With the jacket over the back of the chair, she eased herself into the seat.

"Your fifth? My goodness, I can only imagine how much strain it must have been on the time lines to maintain such a mind boggling collision." Relaxing in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and helps clasped over her lap, "Not to mention there had to have been a bit of a headache conversing with yourself." Even with her expression a tad serious and skeptical there was no mistaking the humor in her eyes.