Sexy doesn't have a full comprehension of what this place is yet, and all of the strange timey-wimey-ness associated with it, so yes, it would probably fully alarm her, all these crossing time streams they're toying with. As much as they deal with, popping around time and space, there are certain rules that just can't be broken.

It feels like the closest they can get to Ten grabbing on to her console, letting her take him soaring through the all of time and space, the gentle hum of her engine, the vworp, vworp that meant he was home. It's all she can do, all she was ever able to do, and she hopes it's enough.

"Ages and ages," Sexy takes a second to look, out over the landscape. Her own eyes return to his with a deep, aching sorrow, of someone who understands just what it's like to be the last of your kind. "Since I last sang with my sisters, even longer."

She looks up at him, eyes searching for the answer to her question.