Her eyebrows go up at that. 'You've got apartments?' The Doctor-- Doctors-- she's known would have balked at the suggestion of actually owning an everyday, mundane residence. Far too much like putting down roots, she supposes. But then, he did say that the TARDIS here wasn't technically his, that it had come from his future; maybe he had had to find someplace ordinary to stay when he'd first arrived. It's a strange thought.

She happily takes his hand and allows him to lead the way, and his slightly awkward admission gets a laugh. 'Of course you did,' she teases, because of course he did. 'You couldn't keep your nose clean of trouble if you tried. Go on, tell me about it, then.'