"Wormhole?" She recalled him mentioning it to her before, though the details remained fuzzy. Not that it mattered; it was more information than before. "And you are certain you did not enter the wormhole? Or that a mine did not detonate? That close to a destabilized section of space, an explosion could easily have thrust the ship outside of time." A Gallifreyan brain, for all it was better than a human's, was still sluggish compared to her processing speeds and so her thoughts moved slowly. "Were there any strange readings before you retired?"

While they spoke, she slowly began to regain some sense of balance, though she never thought to release his hand. Cool against cool, the feel of his skin against hers was calming. That and she did not know the layout of his ship; it was best to stay with him and let him lead, though that didn't keep her from looking around and filing away what she saw as they made their way through corridors. A functional ship, if spartan. The TARDIS would have enjoyed the walk more if the sound of the ship didn't disturb her.