[Time Lady. Inmate. Hmmm.] I am, and of course, I'll do my best to meet his duties in his absence. [Although anyone who needs the engineer and mechanic is out of luck. She's barely more fluent in High Science-ese than Gallifreyan.]

I'd take it as a personal favor if you didn't kill me off the bat, to make a point or something. He's not here to dress me down for throwing myself into the fray without all the intel on hand, but it'd be playing out in my head anyway when I woke up. [She makes an exaggerated chagrined face. Death is one thing, but you wouldn't embarrass her like that, would you, Bianca? She glances back at the journal.]

Oh, look, all the levels labeled. I'll be right along. But if you want to chat, I should probably swing by the wardrobe for swim wear, shouldn't I?