"I thought Nardole was the only one with the license to do that," she managed to actually laugh, bumping him with her shoulder. Finally, she sat up with a heaved sigh, "Not that I've seen Nardole either in all that time." She stared at her feet, fingers curling to the edge of her mattress as her frown deepened, "Doesn't matter if we figure it out here though, does it? The collective Doctors seem to think we might not remember if we go back? Not that I've really spoken to the one they were calling 'Nine' or... 'Ears'. He got cranky with me." And she might have gotten cranky back but that was as may be.
She definitely didn't see why the Doctor had picked her. No one ever picked her. She was a garbage child. But not when she was with the Doctor - he taught and he listened. "It's a mutual thing because we see something in him that he needs too," she said as if she had it all figured out.