"That depends on the Companions. My new friends know what they're getting into. And they know I can fail. I think the TARDIS decided on a good trial method," she said, a fond smile on her face. Almost stranded and saw grief and still there.

Unpleasant, but perhaps necessary.

"But fine. You're not obsessed with me. Then..." She waved a hand dismissively. "You can just ignore all the Doctor problems. If you want help, ask for it. Otherwise, according to you, I'm nothing to you so there's no reason for you to bother me. I have a thing to make."

She can find out what Me is going on about on her own time, but it seems like dismissing her is driving her crazy. It may be better to do that. Eventually she'll either snap or actually listen instead of talking. After all, she's not saying anything about the Doctor she hasn't told herself. This was about Me deflecting her issues.

She needs to face them and this is Thirteen's best idea so far.