Oswin opened her eyes and mistook the mournful expression on his face for fear. It was easy to do. She'd never seen him afraid before, and the daleks were worthy of fear.
"We'll be alright," she said. Her hands clasped his arms and briefly massaged the muscle under the material of his shirt. She put on her best smile and changed the subject.
"Right then, to the kitchen with you! Someone is going to learn how to cook for himself." She thought about swatting his backside but at the last second changed it to a much more appropriate pat on the back.
Her mind was always going, always dreaming up every detail in her tiny little world to keep the delusion going. She didn't just walk into the kitchenette area, Oswin skipped cheerfully.