Lesser beings stings a little - Iman doesn't like hearing that kind of thing, regardless of how objectively true it may be - but she maintains composure. She's sure she's not the first person to behave like an ass around the TARDIS, that surely gives her a bit of an excuse to be politely condescending, at least.

"That's great," she says sincerely. "Thank you." She laces her fingers together, holding them before her in an effort to stop fidgeting. "Organically grown - by someone? Or are you a naturally occurring lifeform?" This is so fascinating. Her eye strays briefly to the nearest sofa, wondering if it would be incredibly bad form to ask if they sit. It's so hard not to want to sit and be as cozy as possible in this dream.