She listens to him closely as he speaks, eyes not daring to move from him. She's never met another person who knew about the Weeping Angels, who knew what horrifying creatures they were.

When she hears that pain in his voice, it triggers something in her and she tightly swallows the lump in her throat, adjusting her hand nervously on the gun before she quickly drops it. It had been an overreaction, she knows that, but anything that came close to this case, and it set her off.

"I've seen many things, in my line of work," she tells him quietly, dropping her gaze for a moment. "But I've never seen anything quite like them."