A part of her felt that pang that he felt. To not be able to do anything. She seemed to handle it better than he did though. Or at least she never let the mask show her true feelings underneath. If only she was the type of woman to show compassion. Understanding. She would have gone over there and comforted him somehow. Except River wasn't that kind of woman.
This ship really was pretty screwed, wasn't it? "That's all any of us can do. It's sad when a ship doesn't have someone to steer her. I suppose the old girl just likes to steer herself." River got more and more curious about what broke the TARDIS with each time they talked about it. She had her own theories, but she would have to see if there was any proof behind it. She knew that he would think that she was just using this moment. That what she was going to do didn't matter because she didn't actually care. Still River put her hand on top of his head and ran her fingers gently through his hair.
"I've never known you to lose hope. I didn't think that was in your vocabulary."