She couldn't help but give a small laugh at the assumption but just gestured for Jack to enter the room, moving out of the way for him. Her room was very much like a larger version of her bedroom back on Earth and crammed full of filled bookshelves. It was like a dream.
"It wasn't Saxon - that's what he and I have agreed on for a name," she told Jack easily, "Actually, he's been quite helpful - in the worst way, but helpful nonetheless." Once he was inside, she let the door shut and leaned against her desk, the only real open space for pizza and drinks, "It's more a spat between me and the Doctor then... A lot of going back and forth as to whether I tell him about his future and rehashing the stupid shit I've done. Also, apparently if we go home to the exact moments we left, I have to die. Lots of things."