"What?" The Doctor stopped what he was doing to look up at her. What he saw stopped him dead. The way that time was weaving around her, the sight of her inside of that human body ... He hadn't been entirely prepared for it. His breath caught in his throat, and his hearts seemed to be pounding his head rather than in his chest.
"Oh," he finally breathed. "Oh, what did they do to you? My TARIDS. My TARDIS inside there. Inside of a human body that shouldn't even be-" He cut himself off, shaking his head.
"I can fix it. I can put you back. I can send you home. Isn't that better than what's going on here, now? Don't you want that? To be back in your proper place?"