James followed through with the request, taking a breath, trying to suppress the neural recall, as strange whispers were the sole ambiance. The Doctor began to grit his teeth, clearly causing himself a great expense of effort. The whispers came to a close, and a relief fell over James.
"Ish'tar... Anyone who has observed the human race would clearly see the role of women among us. The naturally comforting maternal perception... clearly the gender is not on accident... However, the eyes and hair... I don't know..."
He sat a moment, as whispers again seemed to crawl into everyone's ears. Every few words could be made out, but not coherent enough to communicate. Each time the whispering was interrupted by the Doctor's speech.
"It is strange, that she would appear as such. If she wanted to learn, she surely learned much about my own life, but she had access to my memories, so that is no mystery... However, it may be possible that the Nomads don't perceive color as we do... and that simple fact is the cause of the unusual appearance."
Confusion overflowed his expressions, his eyes darting each direction as he pondered the possibilities. Once again, whispers came and went between his words.
"Tell me, what purpose would you change your appearance? We would all do it for a reason or another. Perhaps to avoid recognition or manipulate... What about to be welcomed? A strange idea really. If you want me to consider this objectively, I really don't have enough information to come to any true conclusion. What I do know is that it takes great effort for me to suppress my thoughts... have you tried to think of nothing? Especially with such a busy mind, it is not easy..."
The whispers returned, and distress was leaking in James' expression. He was clearly becoming quickly exhausted, now sweating slightly, he looked anywhere around the room for someone who would relieve him. He seemed to stumble a bit out of his chair, kneeling for a shot moment on the ground, then ascending to a low crouch, as he turned toward the exit.
"If you wouldn't mind, I'll take my leave to your examination facilities; this congress has tired my mind... It is a strange feeling... nearly hypoxia... I-I..."
James slumped down to his knees again, breathing heavy. Regardless of the power behind his cybernetics, his mind was too weak to keep them standing. His head nearly on the floor, James fought every urge to give in to the exhaustion, ultimately defeated. He fell limp, and with it, there were no whispers. With his fall, his cane slid out from under him, leaving him motionless on the floor, life barely still in him.