The Doctor had been more than ready to run. After all, it was something that he'd spent most of his life doing. It was the one thing that he was best at, and there were some situations which simply called for it. He'd been all ready to run, to flee back to the safety of his flat and the TARDIS contained within it, but even as every muscle in his body was shouting "GO!" when Amitiel grabbed the mummy by the shoulder, he stayed, frozen to the spot with both awe and an apprehension that told him that if she needed him, the last place he needed to be was out the door.
But though his noble intentions had kept him rooted to the spot, it turned out that she didn't need his help at all. In fact, it seemed as though this baffling slip of womanhood was far more than she seemed. Far, far more than he had first assumed, and as he reached down to gingerly scoop up his charred sonic, the Doctor kept one eye on Amitiel. There was something that he was missing, something that hadn't quite fallen into place yet, but it was starting to.
"I knew a woman that could do stuff like that once," The Doctor said with a slightly wistful tone in his voice. "Brilliant girl. Utterly and completely remarkable for a human. Though, I'm starting to get the feeling you're a little bit more than that," The Doctor said, holding up his sonic and pushing the button, willing it to show him something despite the pitiful whirl of death that it was giving in protest to being used.