Amy crossed her arms over her chest, her face an expression of quiet contemplation. The way he looked at her didn’t make her uneasy in the slightest. In a manner of speaking, no matter what face she had, she would always be able to read some of the tell-tale habits of the Doctor and it was a relief to see that the way he considered her before he spoke hadn’t changed too terribly much.
Neither did the rambling, which wasn’t so much a comfort as it was mildly aggravating. Not surprising, don’t get her wrong, but definitely not helpful in their current situation. When he did formulate his plan, she gave a lingering look of incredulousness when he claimed he’d be looking for those generators on his own.
“Oh, no you’re not,” she protested, moving forward and crouching in front of him. “What if they catch you? What if you can’t regenerate here?” She hissed the question. It was an alarming situation to be in-- a place where you had no idea how the rules worked-- but even worse was the idea that if he died, even if he changed to the face she knew, he still wouldn’t know who she was. And worse still, an interrupted regeneration.
No, she firmly decided. She’d not be witnessing that ever again.
“We can’t split up. There’s got to be a...a directory or a map or something somewhere around here-- probably in the hallway, right?” she said. “If we can get that, then we can find the generators and fix it.”