What in the Mr. Rogers' neighborhood...? Nacho stares at the Doctor for a moment, trying to figure out if this guy is serious or not, before deciding it definitely seems like he is. He starts to laugh just slightly, shoulders jumping up and down, as he puts a hand to his face.

"I'm not... that's..." He settles on shaking his head, and then he snorts. "There are a lot of Ignacios who look kinda like me, where I'm from. I'm not special." And if he is, it's in a bad way, but he doesn't say that part out loud.

"But I'm glad to meet you too." Overmuch or not, it's nice to meet someone so warm and friendly, although Nacho might have trouble showing it. He hasn't encountered a lot of those recently, here or in life.

"Uh? Sure, man. Whatever you want, Doctor." He tries not to laugh again, at the Doctor's explanation of how he wants to be addressed. This dude is something else, but that's not a bad thing.

He shrugs when asked why he can't sleep. "It's nothing. Seriously. Pallet's hard."