Now, that is familiar - and there's a flicker of humour from Jamie at Victoria's reaction that manages to linger right up until that attempt at trying to stand. It vanishes rather abruptly as her body pitches onto the bed, replaced with a rather disgruntled Och. Apparently both someones in this situation are not too happy with how things are going.

The fact they're next to the plantsuit is a small bright spot, and Jamie goes to move Victoria's hand out towards it, impatient to get this part of things, at least, taken care of.

Look, let's just get this on first. I'll go...er... Well, nowhere. There's a brief, mildly grumbly thought then that if the Doctor could have come up with something other than meditation to try and give him some mental protection earlier, maybe he'd have a better idea what to do to give her some privacy now. There has to be something, however, and he turns the thought over in his head until something quite suddenly occurs to him.

Hey! I've got an idea! Maybe if I think of something else it'll be like I'm not in here. And then she can at least get dressed in relative peace.

Without giving her a chance to answer, he fixes his mind on one of the few things that can (occasionally) distract him from thoughts of her - thoughts of food. Aye, that'll do. A nice bowl of steel-cut oats, I think, with just a wee pinch of salt for flavour. And maybe some fresh fruit. That would be good right about now.