He'll see all the answer he needs in her smile, wild and bright. No decade can confine her or define her.

"Only the best stories do that," she preens, ready to suggest they chat over tea, perhaps in the control room, when he makes his offer; "Oh, you read my mind."

She holds out her hand, chin held high. "I'd be delighted."

Truth be told, she's humming with excitement. She has missed her home, even if it's not the same home she remembers.

"If anyone could give you the answer, it's the Doctor, though he might yell a bit," she says.