It hadn't taken much to convince Victoria to watch over Molly once they heard those on the mission were returning. Bit of an old-fashioned girl, maybe, but she at least understood that when Amy said she needed to go now, there was no stopping her. Maybe not the best of arrangements, especially for poor Victoria. Amy would have to be careful not to walk over her too much.

For now, Rory. Rory Rory Rory. It had only been a few days, sure, but without the ability to communicate with those on-planet, and the shape she saw some of the others in as they dragged themselves and each other back onto Stacy, Amy couldn't find him fast enough.

Finally, though, there he was, looking very much the weary warrior. Amy shoved past one of the stragglers and ran toward her fiance with worried excitement and a great deal of concern over those injuries of his. Honestly, men, they never could keep themselves out of trouble. Rory, though... At least she knew that if Rory was getting himself into trouble, it was to help someone else, even if she didn't necessarily like the idea of it.