Fred took the water, and she'd be in control in a few moments. She'd been through worse, she kept telling herself; she'd been through a lot worse. With a deep breath, she looked up to see the doctor and the Doctor were about to have, or were having words. The doctor, with a little "d", didn't seem all that ready to talk, which meant things were going to get interesting?
Fred stood quickly, setting down her water as she did so. There was a quick smile to the waitress and a suggestion that maybe she should get a little water too. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but it had to be better than sitting around waiting for someone else to get hurt or to have to save her.