Donna held up suddenly and looked towards the question, blinking. Had that been addressed at her? The person she found moving her way indicated that it had been. They'd met...? Oh!

"You! Oh it's... wait don't tell me...!" Donna pointed at him, trying to remember the name, but failing miserably, "The knife guy... from that time at breakfast..." Yeah sure, that was so totally his name. Way to go, Donna.