When she saw his darkened expression, she smirked.
"You're so adorable when you pout." And then, possibly just to catch him off guard, she kissed him. Big feet or not, she wasn't really bothered by it.
"It's the Doctor's ship. I just travel with him."
Amy took off the lab coat and tossed it over one of his tables. She wouldn't need that anymore. Now that she had a real doctor with her, she'd be able to navigate out of the hospital just fine and unharassed. She pulled down her hair which had been in a respectable bun so it could spill over her shoulders. The skirt was hiked up a few inches and finally, and perhaps the most fantastically, Amy snapped off the heels from her shoes and turned them into flats. Convertible shoes -- not invented until the 22nd century. The transformation from professional to femme fatale complete, Amy smiled satisfied.
"Put these in your pockets, will you?" Amy handed Hank the heels of her shoes. "I've only got one convertible pair. It's important to wear shoes you can run in. Especially when you're with the Doctor. Shall we go?"