"Hey, do you got any idea who you're talking to?" the heady guy asks, stepping a little closer towards the Doctor, ready for confrontation. The Doctor though, he barely seems fazed.

It's off-putting, and one of the men turns, looking up and down the street. He takes a step towards the other guy, voice dropping, "Boss, we can't make the exchange now. You think this guy is with the cops?"

"He's not cops," the guy laughs.

"Well what if he's with her."

That seems to catch his attention, and his head turns back towards the guy beside him. Curious, the Doctor thinks, who could this 'her' be that she'd be more concerning than police.

"Looks like it's your lucky night," the guy says, turning his head back towards the Doctor. He throws his cigar forward, the butt landing on the ground in front of him.

"I see you again and you'll be sleeping with the fishes."

On that, the trio turn away, heading off into the New York night. The Doctor? He just smirks.