And suddenly she was a bit light headed. He'd actually just said he wanted to marry her. Her. She was just some human he'd pulled away from attacking mannequins! And now? Oh, there was a rush of reasons why it was a horrible idea. She was only twenty-three, after all. And he was an alien, for goodnesss sake. They were in the middle of a war, an insane one, and then there was the issue of children from the future fighting to avoid bringing Gallifrey out of the Time Lock. And the fact that he might just be asking out of fear they wouldn't live long enough otherwise.
But she looked at him as he explained that he loved her. And that only someone he shared that sort of love with could truly know him. And she only need remind herself that this was the man she'd literally torn time apart for to know what she'd say. "Maybe," she began, hesitant but smiling. "But I'm no Time Lady. Does that still count? Pretty sure someone like me never came up in your peoples' plans."