[Fiddling with things is pretty much the Doctor's state of being, isn't it? Fortescue frowns at her screen a little, though she's still keeping her side blank for the moment. Her accent is very much like the Doctor's, though for the practiced alien ear there might be one or two differences. Minuscule; the more subtle linguistic differences of alternate reality.]

It's a lot like going to sleep and waking up again. Except with, you know, memory alteration. It's so easy no one here can do it when they want to. [This is as close she comes to teasing, for the time being, because something within her twinges and she winces.] Jammy dodgers... all the things in the Multiverse to show up, and jammy dodgers do. Incredible. I wouldn't be averse — directions are a bit complicated, though.

[She has to limp toward the door. Her leg might be healed, but her muscles are far from happy. Fortescue pokes her head out.]

Hm. My corridor seems to have a large box collapsed in the middle of it. Cardboard. Ring any bells?