[She takes a seat beside him, grabbing a water cup and pulling a Tylenol packet out of the beaded bag, passing both over to the Doctor. Still concerned, she affects a smile, though it's a little bit strained. She's too perceptive to think it's just...nothing. Not after her own experience with that word. Silver Millennium....]

It's alright. Just sit, take this, and drink water, okay? I know how you can get, with your daydreams. [A beat, and her smile brightens just a bit.] And aren't people supposed to be in telephone boxes? Isn't that sort of the point?