Don't ye 'oh fiddle' me, Victoria Waterfield, Jamie thinks, a tad grumpily. It's not as though I chose to do this, aye? I mean, I like being close by ye, but this is ridiculous.

Actually, the idea of people being dead is more disconcerting than he would normally let on. However, he can't exactly hide that from her right now - and for a moment there's a flash of memory, of Victoria lying unconscious on some stairs, in a dark-colored dress with a white collar and a rather shorter skirt than she's been wearing around the ship. Jamie quickly shoves it out of the front of his mind, but its too late for her not to have seen it.

Och. No, I don't need a mirror. I believe ye that I'm stuck in here. I can see your hand, and your... Victoria's eyes, thanks to Jamie, happen to glance down for a moment, which puts them looking at something he probably shouldn't be staring at. Of course, he can't help looking for a moment or two before managing to focus on the floor next to her, instead. Er...never mind. Maybe we should go see if we can find the Doctor. He'll know what to do.