At hearing her thief's name, she looks at Gabriel as though he just asked a very stupid question. "Of course I mean the Doctor. My Doctor. They put me in here," she explains, pressing her long fingers to her cheeks for emphasis, "and now he doesn't know me! But House eats TARDISes--" Involuntarily, she interrupts herself to supply a bit of an entirely different conversation, head cocked to the side and gaze empty. "Do fish have fingers?"

Then her tenuous focus is back and she continues seamlessly, talking faster and faster in an increasingly desperate effort to make sense of events she both has and hasn't experienced yet. "And we are looking at their corpses, and I'm going to blow the casing in no time, and there is something so sad..." With a sudden, deep breath she comes to a verbal halt as though she's scared herself silent, staring somewhere at Gabriel's chest, looking utterly lost and near tears. She can feel herself losing her mind, everything she is slipping away while the human body around her is dying, and it's terrifying her.