She's sorry the moment she sees the look on his face. Too much, too fast. It's an important question, but she can almost feel Rory elbowing her under the table, reminding her to bring it down to friendly chatter. The man's been through enough, the Rory in her head says. Ah well, naught to do for it now.

"I travel the universe in a blue police box with a Raggedy Man who has two hearts," she says, matter-of-factly. "Lightning storms are practically common place."

The tea arrives. It's a nice, hot chamomile. "Sugar? Beside that, you're safe now. I don't know these people as well as I would like to, but since I've been here there haven't been any lightnin' storms or other ships. Maybe you were rescued."