Amy had an eerie sensation of familiarity at Jaime's description of the train. It reminded her, in some ways, of the TARDIS, except there was no benevolent madman that she adored at the helm. It was something to think about, in any case.
"Doesn't sound terribly friendly, if you ask me," she observed wryly, thinking about how Rory had mentioned her coming and going, leaving him there several times. She didn't like the thought, nor did she like the thought of being left behind with no Rory, no Doctor, and no way of getting home she could conceive of. "You seem like you have a lot of experience, Jaime. I'm Amy, but it appears you already know that."