The Doctor was in her own world. Speaking to herself. A flurry of words. "That wasn't a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they don't feel like that." She then noticed Jabe wander over to them. "What do you think, Jabe? Listened to the engines. They've pitched up about thirty Hertz. That dodgy or what?" Jabe shrugged. "It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me." He said. "Where's the engine room?" She asked him curiously. "I don't know, but the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite, I could show you and your husband." The Doctor chuckled. "He's not my husband."

But, Jabe wasn't discouraged. "Partner?" "No." "Concubine?" "Nope." "Prostitute?" He finally asked.