[ She wants to ask him how reckless he was being, but she can interrogate him later. When she finally pulls back again, she studies his face, resisting the urge to reach out and ruffle his curls.

Did he never call anyone boss after her? For some reason it makes her feel warm. He didn't know her, but he never really gave away her title, either. Turning her attention to his question, she casually crosses her arms and leans against the claw machine. ]

About...two, three weeks now I think? Not quite a month, I know that for sure. I was in my TARDIS one second, then the next, here I was. Same way you woke up, forced to go one direction and listen to Friday.