"Do I have a Tardis... no," she said blandly. She did, however, have a sonic screwdriver and a vortex manipulator. And if he calmed down enough to actually think, she was sure he would realize that, and that he would think of all the things that he could do with that.

"And even if I did have a Tardis, what would it matter?" she asked. "There is only one Tardis that matters, that has ever mattered. I could go back to when some Time Lord parked his on a street corner in a time that isn't locked, and take that. It won't make a lick of difference, and we both know that."

She will poke the bear until he can no longer roar, if that is what it takes.