Clara Oswald
Clara watched in giddy amusement as the strange, angular man bounced about the many-sided console that dominated the room. Levers flipped, lights blinked, beeps beeped as the Doctor manipulated the controls of his technological marvel with a dexterity that seemed simultaneously graceful and awkward.
Like a baby swan, she thought to herself, or a huge floppy puppy, only much more… chinny.