Rory shook his head, settling the idea in his head and pushing it back to be dealt with later. This was going to be one of those stories Amy needed to sit down to hear, he though. And one that would require the Doctor bothering to explain. He kept a arm carefully around his chest, keeping pace with the Doctor and not speaking up about the ribs he was rather certain he had just broken. "Names? For her or him?" It was easier to split them in his head now, the female Doctor and the male one. She didn't even act like him, or attempt to, she hadn't been really acting like the Doctor before.

But he mostly kept his thoughts to himself. "We should try to stay out of sight, our side or any side is a bad idea to encounter right now, our side might shoot first and ask questions after, and the Government definitely will."

The Clone looked a bit startled and confused by the gesture, holding hands was another new one for him. But he didn't pull away, looking suitably impressed by the Doctor's primping. "Names?" He glanced between her and the other Doctor, deciding he preferred his to the long legged one with the funny hair. But he wasn't Rory, he knew that much. He might look and sound and talk like Rory, but he wasn't Rory. Rory had memories, feelings, family.

Things he had never had.

Rory had Amy Pond picking on him and inspiring him to be better, and he had only the Doctor, with her hand tight in his, and a battle field full of death.