As he said the captains name, she ran her hand over the space above her head, curved hand as if rubbing back and forth over a dome. A brow raised. It was a very simple look of 'Do you mean the bald one?' That was the one her mom loved. She really should have paid better attention, huh.

The numbers he quoted though, were small in comparison to some things that had... been destroyed tragically. But honestly, even one person who might end up dead in this seemed like a bad idea. Still, his talking about projections and holograms and the ship safe inside, she took interest again. Now this sounds like a doable idea. Acceptable.

"And even a TARDIS key wont work?" She asked, moving to rest her hand at her chest, above the breastbone where her key rests, hides, safe and close to her poor single heart. "That does beg to wonder, if this Q is all powerful and watching, wouldn't it notice if the ship and all his people were somewhere else and a projection is all it sees?"