For the time being, the woman was telling herself that the lost connection was just in her head as a part of Paixao’s method to get her used to being stuck there. She continued to tell herself that within time, it would be returned to her and things wouldn’t be as terribly linear as she seemed to have to deal with them being for the moment. Sexy had always had the knowledge of the whole of time at her disposal and to have that suddenly ripped from her — she wasn’t handling it all that well, at least not on the inside. Like the man at her side, she was capable of putting on a façade, why worry him about it when there was nothing he could do for her in the first place? It would be better for them both if she simply panicked within for the time being. Should she be unable to keep it in forever, she knew he would listen to her fears and would ease them, somehow, as a proper Doctor would.

Gently, she shook her head. “Silly idiot,” she chuckled to herself as they approached the girl’s home. “I’m getting the feeling that most people here in this city are considered strays. If what I’ve been told is correct, then there aren’t many natives to this place, are there?”

Following him up the stairs, which were also new to her as there hadn’t been any on that asteroid, Idris simply went along with him. He was leader this time, after all, as she was left without the knowledge of where he needed to be going in this particular moment in time without the Vortex to guide her.