Missy isn't even sure what she'd been expecting when turning around. A "demon" maybe, "ghost" perhaps, possibly something that could be considered a jolly good spook. But no, there's no demon, just a monster and Missy's smile widens ever so slightly.

Look at him. So young. Loud. More than likely clueless too with all things considered. It's perfect!

"Why, are you saying we should just skip dinner and move to the fun parts?"

Missy can't help it, she wants to see if this one flusters just as much as the noisy one with the guitar does. If this Doctor doesn't flail at any point then Missy is going to consider it a heinous loss.