She arches a brow. He's just full of innuendo, isn't he?

She likes it.

"No," she scoffs, swirling her drink around in its glass. "No, he has not."

She takes a pointed gulp, and waves a hand.

"So what's your story, then? Got tired of the ol' Blue Box?" she asks, already knowing the answer to that one (No). "Or too busy with your captainy things? You know, he doesn't talk much about what happens to his old friends, once you stop travellin' together."

And Amy is, above all else, a curious creature.