Amy flinched at the metallic clang that sounded when the Doctor bumped his head on the grating. "Ouch! You alright mate? That looks like it hurt." More than bumping your head on the TARDIS' glass floor would, she wanted to say, but thought better of it. She reckoned she ought to keep mentions of the future TARDIS (and Doctor) to a minimum.
Amy laughed at the Doctor's emotional 180. Some things never change. "Yeah, Amy. Amelia. S'alright about before, I understand." She swung her suitcase casually and looked around the console room. "Nice place. Looks real... organic." Because really, that was the best word she could come up with to describe the large supports that looked like they came off some tropical reef. "So, where's this room, then?"