Samantha smiled when The doctor said the name felt right. It somehow made her think he would start getting things back. She nodded sympathetically at his words about feeling empty, wishing she could be surer in her reassurance his memory would come back. "Cold?" She asked as he shivered. He clarified the ship was a police box to her confusion. Police boxs hardly sounded alien and hardly sounded large enough. She supposed she'd find out for herself eventually.

Samantha felt sorry he couldn't sleep, knowing well enough the allure of unconsciousness when in pain. "Yeah, laying down is probably a good idea. And of course you can stay, there's plenty of space," she said in an agreeing tone. She really didn't mind a house guest - even an injured one - who might be staying a few days. "Here, let's go," she said, sliding the folders into her bag, and then helping The Doctor up. "I'll try to keep you steady, okay Doctor?" She asked, making herself available to lean on. 

Samantha's flat was thankfully not far away, and it didn't take too long to arive. She quickly unlocked the door to let them into a clean, if somewhat disorganized looking living room. "Home sweet home. Here, let's get you to the sofa. I'll get you some ice for your head," she said, closing the door and leading him to her sofa. The TV was on, tuned to some news channel currently talking about the weather for the next few days. She walked through a door way to the kitchen and started to pull together something to ice his head with while asking, "are you okay? Head getting better, or worse?"