She's keeping up the best she can, thinking he must be part whirlwind, and she holds her skirts up a little so that she can move faster without thinking she might trip.
"Agatha who?"
But then the Doctor's in her face and she nearly stumbles back, eying him suspiciously again. But there's a flicker of genuine alarm when she thinks back to the reading.
"I told you I don't know, nothing like that's ever happened before. It was like images in my head I didn't ask for." And she'd like to get it out because not all of it is happy.
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"Agatha who?"
But then the Doctor's in her face and she nearly stumbles back, eying him suspiciously again. But there's a flicker of genuine alarm when she thinks back to the reading.
"I told you I don't know, nothing like that's ever happened before. It was like images in my head I didn't ask for." And she'd like to get it out because not all of it is happy.