Well he certainly needed no help finding the answer to that particular quest, did he? Had that quite in hand. Or...well, no. Bad puns were always bad puns. No matter the situation.

Anyway, he had a bit of help, didn't he? Rush of emotions, adrenaline and shock and--she dug her heels into the coverlet she'd never had the name of the fabric for, and made a rather unsuccessful attempt at arching closer. The real question was why she bothered to try processing anything just then. Pretending to be the Doctor could wait.

Just for a bit.