"Yes," she answers, still fearful that her mouth was moving on its own, but a wee bit amazed at the entire situation they are in. It wasn't every day that you found yourself hugging your own body and she tries to fix this, only to find herself unable too. "I heard your words, but it was my voice!" She tries moving them again, and the slump on each side of the body more useless than anything. This is such a strange situation...a curse? No father would think it silly for me thinking it was a curse. Perhaps it was like what the Dalek's did to Maxtible, only putting to minds together, but that would still leave the question to where his body was and...

She might have gone on for quite a while, thinking to herself in the manner. Poor Jamie could hear it quite clearly as well, even if she did not realize this was so. Victoria has the analyzing skills from her father, after all, and even in such a time, can't help herself from trying to figure out exactly what had happened, listener stuck in her body or not. She tries to move her hands as she thinks, but it feels more like a distant, slow response.

And my basic functions are still fine. We are breathing....maybe Jamie is a ghost? No, that might be too supernatural...