"Oh," Shannon said with a small smile. "You're welcome." It was no problem having him, really. He wasn't imposing. If anything, Shannon felt infinitely better having him there, because it meant one more warm body at night and one more set of eyes. Never mind the fact that even though she was slowly starting to think that maybe Sam wasn't an Other, after all, there was always a chance her gut instinct was right and having the Doctor there with them meant she wouldn't have to be alone with Sam very often, in case things got crazy.
She laughed airily and nodded. "I will," she told him, even if it wasn't true. If her body would let her, she planned on downing the lot of the bottle, but she wouldn't tell the Doctor that.
"I'll be back," she said vaguely to him, although he seemed to be off in his own little world before she could get the sentiment out, so Shannon turned again and disappeared down the hall.