When the Doctor eventually passed through the library later that evening, he'd get the sense that he was being psychically checked out. Nothing intrusive; more the psychic equivalent of a wary animal sniffing someone to get their scent. Looking around the room for the source, he'd find it came not from a person, but from a vaguely feline-looking purple creature sitting at the feet of a petite older woman. Though it looked otherwise relaxed, the tips of its forked tail were sticking straight up, quivering like a tuning fork, and the gem on its head glowed as it regarded him with its large eyes.

After a moment, it seemed satisfied with whatever it had learned, the tips of its tail relaxing and the gem's light fading to a softer glow. It then glanced up at Leia and gave a soft, "Esp."

Leia looked up from her book at the sound, smiling a bit when she spotted the Doctor. "Ah, Doctor," she said. "I saw you on the passenger roster, and was wondering when we'd run into each other. If you're not in a hurry, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?" She indicated an empty chair across from her.