"You may yet," River replied, her voice laced with a dark playfulness. She poured a glass for him, and shook her head in response to his question as she walked back up the stairs. She offered him the drink, insisting, "It'll help with the sting." She was speaking, of course, about his cheek. But also the pain she felt herself, inflicted by the Doctor and his choices. She took a long drink, studying the Doctor's face carefully as she did so. "So let's hear it, then. What kicked you into flight mode?"