“I was,” she says pointedly, glancing down the alleyway which Costello’s men had slinked off down. Her eyes slip back towards the Doctor, regarding him and that frankly stupid grin he has on his face. He seems to have no idea how much danger he could’ve been in, or maybe he does, and he doesn’t mind. Isn’t that an interesting thought?

“But it looks like plans have changed,” she sighs, brushing open the side of her trenchcoat and sliding the gleaming gun back into its holster. It sits snugly against her skin before the split layers of her dress fall back around her legs.

With that, she turns her head aside, a discreet look out of the corner of her hair, her hat and hair shielding most of her face as she speaks. “A word to the wise, honey. Stay out of the way.”