The TARDIS is also stalking down a corridor, seeking distraction from the fact that she's still the Doctor's dilapidated tomb a few doors away. If she can't escape, perhaps she can find someone who will make this at least a little more bearable until the dream dissipates.

She wouldn't have expected that diversion to come in the shape of an angry Jabberwock, but there it is when she rounds a corner. In the same moment she's painfully struck by Zagreus' disgusting over-active influence and she flinches, but quickly realizes just what a terrible thing the transformative nature of the dream has done to him. When she does, she can't help a malicious smirk settling on her face, and she takes a step closer. "Why all the whiffling and burbling, Zagreus? Do the jaws that bite, the claws that catch not suit?"