Jenny nodded, blushing again. After seeing the TARDIS again, even in her earlier days, she had suddenly been reminded just how much her shuttle paled in comparison. It was small, barely comfortable for two individuals. It didn't travel in time. For that, she had to use her stolen vortex manipulator.

Not for the first time since making her spontaneous offer, she wished Jamie wouldn't mind.

"It is," she answered, keying in the combination on the wrist strap. A door lowered, with steps leading upward. "She's Messalanian in manufacture. A transport shuttle, not meant for combat."

One of the few things on the planet that wasn't.

Tentatively, Jenny reached out to grasp Jamie's hand in her own. "I hope you like her, Jamie."