Cridhe's face falls at the continued taunting. Even back when she was simply a plant, she didn't reproduce like that. But now... she doesn't quite reproduce at all. And certainly not in the form she's given herself.

The Doctor, however is nearly to the boiling point. Not because of the topic in general, but the taunting against his TARDIS. His home.

"Well. I know all I need to know now."

His voice is heavy with an unspoken threat. He considers leaving, but Cridhe seems frozen to her seat so he will wait until she is ready.