The Doctor let out a laugh as poor Peter empathized with her about the boredom. Then, as he went on about socks, she perked up a bit, her eyebrows raising to her hairline and her smile beaming. "Yes! I love socks- I lost a pair when I first got here after an...interestin' night, let's say. Does Jan have new socks?" But then she realized he was just using it as an example and her excitement died down a little. Turning her eyes back to the darkness ahead of them, she listened and nodded.
"Sounds familiar, believe it or not- well, I don't know a Mr. Fantastic, but my best frenemy calls himself The Master. Or Missy when she's a girl." A faint smile at the memory of that, completely unaware of how confusing it might sound. That was the thing about this particular face. She often forgot she had to explain her universe to other people sometimes. What made it worse was that they all had such fantastical worlds that everything seemed possible and impossible at the same time.
"Weepin' Angels are scary. Picture a statue of an angel coverin' its eyes, 'cept the second you blink or look away, it moves towards you. When you look at it, it freezes. When it reaches you, it reaches out and touches you and sends you to the past, using whatever lifeforce you would have had in your own timeline to survive." She paused then shrugged. "Or it might just snap your neck. Scary beasts, those ones. Very ancient aliens."
Oh yes. The shoes. She smiled, probably a little too proud about this one. "That's where I got bored. I suppose it depends on where you start tyin', the length of the laces, exactly how much torque is bein' applied to your knots- course what type of knot you use, how many times you tie the knot..." She stopped there and shrugged. "You get the picture, right?"