"Destroy me, actually. Well not just me if we're being fair, which I don't much feel like being. Bit of a tip, though. When in the future, you're given a vault to guard, and inside is Missy, maybe don't let her saunter around in your Tardis pretending to be you, yeah?" That... got a bit less of a smile from her as she rubbed at her chest a bit defensively before forcing her hand back into her pocket.
More like that is anxiety and I'm half convinced you are all going to hate me for this.