Amy could tolerate many things from The Doctor, but glibness was never high on her list. At his mention of her knack for wandering off, she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head slightly.
βAlright,β she said, sighing heavily. βWeβll do it your way.β
She glanced back to Sam, almost apologetically. It wasnβt that she didnβt trust him not to get her killed, it was that she had watched too many bad cartoons as a kid...and in her own experience, splitting it up was hardly ever a good idea.
βWell, Sam, I guess itβs just me and you, yeah?β she said, taking a few steps toward him.