His motion was a lot more refined, she noticed, than anything she thought herself capable of with this sort of weapon. Yes she'd had firearms training - manditory for UNIT personnel. She had some experience with alien firearms, but it hadn't entirely translated. The Doctor had never liked the use of such weapons. Other than the Sonic Screwdriver, which was more of a tool than anything else.
She coppied the jab before shaking her head and putting the writing impliment away. "Yeah," she smiled. "If I want to give someone a prescription maybe. But I don't believe Vampires require medication." she reached into her pocket, making sure again that the TARDIS key was securely there - it was - before closing her bag.
"Italian?" She was impressed. "I love Italian. Used to order all the time back in New York. From the place across the street." She pushed herself away from the door, starting to walk towards the stairs. "As I recall, I still owe you two stories." And she did. Maybe she'd tell them tonight. She was curious as to Eliot. What he did. where he was from. What he'd done before...