"No surprise, will kind of one," she was suppose to be in her box. "Drudging it up, not like that, just seems to be like..." she pondered the world, "So much to say, not sure how to say it, really big story, but yet, limited time to explain."
Sexy seemed to be talking in a riddle, she wasn't meaning to, "I have a growling," she frowned, trying to figure this out, "I'm from space," that would be simple way to put it, "My Doctor and I ran away."