In the time it took for the Doctor to remember how to fly the Tardis, he and Clara had pretty much come to terms with the change. Clara watched as he inspected himself in the mirror.

"Blast. Still not ginger." He said in his new Scottish accent.

Clara glanced at him thoughtfully. "Your hair could have been ginger."

"Oi!"

"If it's any consolation, at least you don't look your age." She paused. "What does someone who's over a millennium old look like anyway? Gandalf?"

"Actually, more like Gollum." The Doctor replied offhandedly as he fiddled with the Tardis.

"Oh."

The Doctor rubbed his hands excitedly. "Right, new face which means I need something new to wear."

"Doctor?"

"Hmmm?" He said as he made his way out of the console room.

"No fezzes."

He stopped and faced Clara with a wide grin. "A fez, you say?"

"NO!"

"What an excellent idea!"

"I said no fez!"

"Yes. I'm going to wear a fez." The Doctor was deliberately ignoring Clara. "And there's nothing you can do or say to stop me."

He retreated down the corridor as Clara yelled, "You're not ginger and neither are your kidneys!"

He turned back with a look of shock on his face. "Shut up."

Yep, still the same man, they both thought.