River glances around the room, trying to spot any signs of a struggle or that the Doctor's unconscious body could been dragged out. "Well, let's see here. Who do we know of who has a track record of kidnapping around here?" Hear that? That's called sarcasm. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out who River was going to blame for all of this. The Master. It's all right there in her head and since he's privy to her thoughts, her suspicions should be read loud and clear.

She doesn't rightly know how much the Master told the Doctor after she'd left, but he must have said something because the Doctor had been acting strangely towards her - well more so then usual.

She really doesn't like it when he just takes charge of her body like that. It just feels strange to have someone else moving her limbs instead of her. And worse, he couldn't even drive her body properly because down they go. Face first on the floor, with the petal directly in front of her eyes.

River grunts from the impact and moves to sit back up. Doctor, try not to damage my body. It's the only one we have at the moment. Of course she had to berate him. She's his wife. It's like any married couple on the highway.

"What's a flower petal doing in your study?" She picks up the petal and holds it to her face for inspection. "And no, we're not licking it. We're in my body and I don't lick strange things."