Lucy narrows her eyes a little bit, trying to think back to what numbers she knows. She wasn't exactly given a comprehensive guide or anything. She probably could've been, when they took down UNIT and all that, but no.

"I think that's after my time. It wasn't the... suit and converses, hair like a cockatoo?" she asks, making a gesture like she's illustrating spiky floppy hair. "That's the last one I know. I think."

She'd met a few different ones, but some of that happened during a period of time where... Well, she doesn't necessarily trust her memory.