"Spoilers," River muttered as if her favorite word had suddenly become a curse word. That meant they were stuck. And worse, that they would be witnesses to a slaughter. "And we can't warn them because we have...unfair knowledge," she said quietly, looking down at the maps with a mournful look.

River lost herself in a train of thought, reflecting on the days spent around the village people. Though she had to be on guard at all times for the Doctor's sake, she did strike up a friendship with one of the seamstresses at the market. A perpetually smiling woman despite the fact she was a widow with seven children. River imagined that smile, frozen forever and framed in blood in a few days' time. And the children-

The chill that ran through her made River jump to her feet and begin to pace slightly to expend her excess nervous energy. She had to be strong. She had to think. There had to be some way out of this that wouldn't leave her quite so guilty...

She paced about the hut for a few minutes, finally slowing down near him. She stood behind him, arms crossed. "I suppose it's too late to introduce the idea of democracy, then." It was an attempt to lighten the now tense mood in the air.