'You need to shake his hand Donna'
Donna glanced at the Doctor then at the alien standing in front of the well wishers. They were moving towards the front of the queue.
'Not. Happening' she muttered under her breath.
'Why?'
'Have you seen the look of him? He's green and covered with warts! EVEN his hand! And look, the warts are even oozing!'
Donna just got one of those looks from the Doctor, which obviously meant:
'Do it. Now. Its Polite'
Donna didn't care.
Not even if this alien was this planet's equivalent to Prince Harry.
She snorted when the Doctor piped up.
'So not fair, look Donna- even on this planet HE'S GINGER!'