Of all the unexpected gifts Eva's been brought here lately - and that includes Goliath's books - the most unexpected would have to be that damn shoe.

"Oh, Doc, what am I only going to do with only one shoe? Display it in my home as sculpture?" she asks, getting out of bed and straightening up her shirt and matted hair to look marginally less disheveled. Not that she knows if the Doctor would notice; he might find her current state of bedragglediness quaint, for all she knows.

Still, she reaches through the bars to take the shoe. At the very least, it's hers. She might as well keep things that are hers - books, shoes, bodies. Friends. She's allowed to own things, after all. "You know, I just thought this looked like the most charming vacation spot. Elegant in its simplicity, although I take it you're not horribly keen on minimalism."