The Doctor, it seemed, regardless of any Amy, was far more keen to hear about her than she'd ever quite imagined him being. It was rather flattering, to be honest, and she could feel her cheeks heat.

"It sounds like a plan," she said, "though I've not got anything to wear." The TARDIS would at least solve that problem, and maybe if Martha was nice to her, she'd solve some of the wardrobe issues that came with being randomly popped into a hotel. "And don't worry, I'm not going to ask about anything out of joint."

Like whomever Mickey was.