See, that's what she's thinking of, too. She probably has a few more hours of heavy magic use in her before it gets bad enough that she has to stop, but she intends to make use of those hours.

She's certainly not expecting any Andrews to make it to the TARDIS on their own, and she blinks at the newcomer in no small amount of surprise. How did he get here without any of the People noticing him and telling her? Then she remembers that she can't really hear the People out in the park when she's in here. Odd's bobs.

Well, he's right about it being her, though he's altogether wrong about wolves being bad company. She lowers her head and lets out a low groan of disapproval.