"If I died, you'd just have to wait around for a bit," Jenny answered, now glaring back.

She hadn't mind dying. And most of the time, she didn't mind talking about it. But his inference that she would be so dumb as to try to kill herself was just daft.

"It's how I survived before," she continued, flexing a wrist. "I regenerate. I have eleven regenerations left and I'm going to live for centuries and centuries and it's going to be absolutely no fun if I don't get to take chances."