"I was proving a point!" War exclaimed indignantly, as she let go of his right arm.

When he'd let go of her arm, ahe said, "Food would be good - we were going a bit ago, if I recall, but then Duckie..."

War, realising the gun the Doctor had given her had been abandoned on the ground during their tussle, turned round, spotted it, and pounced on it.

She straightened, then said, "Anyway, yes, food. Always good." She streched her arms out one after the other. "Shall we?" she asked, absent-mindedly stroking the gun.