And there was the regular Doctor, right there in her face and looking at her as though she was some kind of science experiment gone terribly wrong. At least something was halfway normal in the middle of Stacy. She obediently held still and let him look her over, even without orders. Easier (and better for everyone) if she just let him have his research or whatever and then moved along.

When he finally pulled back, Amy kicked her feet again and frowned. "Nothing except this ship," she noted, somewhat grumpily. There was no way she wanted her wedding to be on some insane dinosaur ship, even if it did seem like an okay plan. Rory was here, as was the Doctor. And the TARDIS, which meant they could avoid the scaly ship if necessary. After a moment, Amy nodded and looked decently pleased with the idea.

"If it would be okay with Rory, maybe someday soon. I don't exactly have the dress anymore, though." Pity, that, but as long as she had the other components and didn't spontaneously go back to being dead, the dress didn't matter so much.