She nodded. "The century I come from? It doesn't really go like this anymore. Everyone's so quick to snog and carry on. Which can be fun, but... clearly it doesn't work out so well. At least not for me. It's been, oh, eighty years? Give or take."
She didn't really have that many friends, if she was being honest. There were planets she could go back and visit. She still had Jack. And Donna, with her limited ability to know her. But her universe was in reality, quite small.
"Eat and talk and... I'm not sure about sleep. It's a bit rubbish, the sleep." She shrugged. "And don't throw around things like if we do followed by truly amazing. That's not even bloody fair. That's a when, please and thank you, Wizard One."