He had seen better days. That much was clear. But a Time Lord was remarkably durable. At least when it came to bones.

It was obvious his mind was unsound.

Carefully, moving slowly and steadily, she started to probe his torso, applying gentle pressure with the tips of her fingers. She wanted to keep him talking, because she didn't know what would happen if they lapsed into silence.

"What's this about orange skies?" she asked.