"Troublemaker of the multiverse, you mean," matching the smile in his eyes with one of her own. A little self-deprecation in there too.

She sobered at his account. Memory now of a hard hand on her throat, her own sharp desperate intake of breath, and suddenly she was deeply angry, all the pieces falling in place: anger at all of them, the Doctor, the Master, and not least at herself.

"Has he harassed you since then?" she asked. Hoping for a no, hoping it was only the once, however terrible it may have been.