[She pulls one of the joints out of the bag, rolling it between her fingers. It's set aside before her interest shifts over onto the knife at the bottom of the bag. She pulls it out and takes to looking it over, thinking over what he's just told her.]

Then it stands to reason your taste and appetite for certain people could change too.

[Her gaze glances up from the knife and over to him. This feels like the first conversation they've had that hasn't been charged with emotions or over the top flirtation. It just feels like they've reached a place where they can simply be who they are, without any expectation beyond the truth. And the truth that he's told her now makes her far too curious about his world.

And about whether he'd be attracted to her in a different sleeve. Which definitely means it's time to shift their focus onto keeping the mood light and enjoyable. The knife is placed down on the bed, and his backpack set off to the side. Rising up on her feet, she goes over to him, fingers brushing against his as soon as she's in close. ]

After the Doctor regenerated into his older face, he treated me so differently. He was almost callous and cruel. I thought he didn't care for me anymore. That he wanted someone else to travel with him. But it took time to find my new place with him. To understand that just because he was the same man deep down, didn't mean that a new body couldn't produce different responses and reactions.

[Her fingers continually graze against his as she speaks, until they curl around the bottle in his hand. It's taken from him and she holds it up, the look on her face suggesting he explain what it is to her.]