May and the Doctor seemed almost determined to carry her away from the wreckage. She struggled from their grasps and glared briefly at them both. "Hey, Ears! Strong girl! I can walk, you know...." she said, but swayed a little on her feet. "I don't need either of you to carry me, I only need a med bag or some nanites to heal this damn thing. Then I can get the frell out of your hair!"

She had no idea if either of them were listening to her, but by now she was looking around for John. At least he had seemed like a link to sanity for now, so perhaps he was still around? Somewhere?