"Not to worry," Amy said in reply to the 'left-footed' comment. "Spend all my time around two gangly boys, 'm used to it by now."
Amy hadn't heard anything about another woman meeting them-- possibly because she'd hurried out as soon as she had a reason to. The message boards were interesting, but Amy wasn't the type to sit and read about interesting things, she was the type to go out and do them.
"Dunno if there're a lot of spacemen. I mean, yeah, there are, but not many who travel like we do." Amy got a sad look on her face and continued, "'Parently there used to be more Timelords-- my friend's people, I mean-- but they're all gone now and he's the only one of 'em left."
Amy shrugged off the depressing conversation and faced Tonks hands on hips as though expecting something. "Now how's about you, then? Are there many 'witches?'" She thought about adding finger quotes to the word, but decided that wouldn't be the nicest thing to do. She tried to keep her mind open and her voice free of derision, but she still had doubts about the whole "magic" idea.