River only shrugged. "Spoilers, Donna." She smiled again at the mention of Amy. "Ah, yes. Amy's very good for him. Rory too, but..." She frowned just a bit, then shook her head. "I wouldn't worry about that. Rory would rip his way from one end of the galaxy to the next to get to Amy. He's a good man."
Still, she couldn't stop looking around. Not just up or down, but at dozens of other clues. Water pipes and sewer caps. The shapes of the buildings. The newspapers. "The Daily Bugle?" she read. "What happened to the New York Post? The Daily News? The New York Times?"
Her face never registered confusion. Thoughtfulness, maybe. Then excitement. "This ought to be good," she said, smirking again.