He was right... as much as she tried to forget - knowing that there was no possible way she could have known, she would be living with this for the rest of her life, that whether she'd known it at the time she had played a part - however minor - in the enslaving of an entire peoples.
She wrung her hands, pulling on he ring finger, a habit she'd picked up while she was still engaged. His words only echoed what she had already decided to do. "Timelords are slightly telepathic by nature," she started with a sigh, sitting down next to him and pulling a knee up to her chest. "I've already told her I'd like her to open the door and see what happened through my eyes." She sighed. "The only problem is there is no telling what I might get from her... a door opened not on;y leads out it also leads in." It was true too. "I don't know... I'm hoping maybe it will help her understand. I respect her, I do. But just because she's Timelord doesn't mean she is infalable. And... if left to it, the Master will do something." She leaned her head on her arm, sitting atop her knee. "I'm scared, Eliot." It wasn't something she would admit to just anyone. She was supposed to be the unflappable Dr. Jones... and she was scared like a child at this man.