War spun round on her heel. She'd heard the Doctor a vfraction of a second before she felt him run into her, so he didn't get a fist in the face - which was just as well, all things considered.

She put out a hand and took the gun from him. It looked both similar and dissimilar to other weapons she'd seen, but she could sense something different about it as she held it, something less destructive about it, which made sense.

"Thank you, Duckie!" she called after him, as he hurried off in search of jelly babies, or whatever it was he'd said he wanted. She held it out to Mictain. "Care to take a look?"