Bill's hands grasped the edge of her seat as the suddenly started to move and waited for the Doctor to speak quite dutifully. The longer he went on, the worse she felt. Bill ducked her head, biting her bottom lip. She'd gone for it, the whole starting over again. She had run from the consequences, given up the fight and now... Now the Doctor knew. He remembered. She had a whole new reason to feel guilty.
Once the TARDIS was no longer in flight, Bill stood up and crossed over to the monitor as it swung around to her and Jonathan. Bill huffed a breath and shook her head, "That's too big, Doctor. If they can prevent the TARDIS from leaving, the most powerful ship in all the universe, yeah? What makes you think it's going to be any sort of probable to get in and out of there without getting, I dunno, executed or imprisoned and tortured or whatever? And even if you do get out with the information you want, what then?"