Samantha sat on the armrest, nodding when The Doctor said he felt a little better. "Good, I'm glad to hear that," she said with a smile, "you're getting memories back too even if it's just a few at a time, that's a good thing." From what she recalled of her brief research this meant he was getting better rather than worse, which was a great relief to her. If he had gotten worse she would have been at a lose as to what she should do. "How about the chills? Still feel cold?" She asked, gesturing at the blankets. The news had finished the information on the weather and was covering the kidnappings again, noting the repeated lack of information from the kidnappers who hadn't demanded anything or even said they wouldn't bargain for the return of the persons.

"Whoa, whoa, you alright?" Samantha asked in concern, standing up and holding The Doctor's arm, trying to steady him after he attempted to stand. She gently lowered him to the couch and after he sat down she returned his grin and said, "not at all, just stay here." She walked into the kitched, grabbing a bowl and filling it with the pasta. She pulled a fork from a drawer and walked back, handing it to The Doctor.

Samantha sat down on one end of the couch with a hum. "Well," she began, thinking out loud, "it's late, you're still dizzy so looking for the spaceship probably isn't a good idea right now." She continued, gesturing as she spoke, "you're welcome to stay overnight by the way. I guess we could see if something will trigger more memories of yours, or discuss what you want to do tomorrow. If you're feeling up to it by then we could check out the spaceship." She made a gesture of uncertainty, saying "I guess it kinda depends on how you're feeling. We'll figure it out." She hummed again, leaning back on her couch to stare at the ceiling, hands pressed together and tapping her chin.