She hates being called out like that. There's only one person in all the universe she'll let do that to her, and only then after an argument, usually.

"Circumstantial," she argues, ignoring what he said at the off and concentrating on what doesn't feel like a thousand needles stabbing her heart over and over again. "Everyone's here for a reason, because there's always a reason. And with a reason comes a person, someone to think it and make it so. What makes you think I'd suspect you any less than anybody else in this room? Someone who knows the Doctor's name and has his friend trapped here? That's enough of a feather in your cap to make lying reasonable."

She paces, making a slow half-circle around him. The Doctor. It's still ringing in her ears, closing her lungs off with panic she doesn't have the time or the frailty to entertain.

"He's coming for me. He always comes for me. He wouldn't let me down by being someone else, someone who doesn't remember. So what, then? A trap, perhaps? Learn his weakness and exploit it? Get his friends to tell you what you want to know? It won't work."