Well, she'll give him credit for being very, very good at dodging questions, even if it's beyond inconvenient to deal with. Her lips form a thin line and she fills her own plate with, fortunately, less of a terrible variety of foods than the Doctor's. To his credit, at least he's actually eating more than sweets. His past self had given her the impression that one could survive off of candies.

By the time she joins him at the table she's seemingly finished mulling over what he's told her. "Backs up and builds pressure. And then it, what, explodes? I should say that's what you get for tampering around with chaos." At least he doesn't seem too fazed by it.

Deva is a new term, but she nods at the comparison. Straightforward enough. "I think I should like to see a guidebook, if you happen to have one. Might make this easier for both of us, unless you're not opposed to listening to me ask questions for the next, oh, twenty-odd hours."