The unexpected touch of his hands draws her attention away from the skull. She looks up at him, the skull tumbling from her hands and disappearing into the fog. With it out of her perception, she snaps back to her usual self. She stands up, brushes sand away from her clothes.

"Don't need tools to come back if I die. Sort of got a built-in fail-safe for that." She's tempted to explain further that technically she could die if someone stopped her from regenerating, but now's not really a time for lectures on Time Lord physiology.

The undead don't move fast, but they are still closing in on the two of them and The Doctor doesn't want to lose anyone, not yet, not ever.

She reaches over and grabs Victor's hand in hers. "How are you with running?" She doesn't really give him a chance to answer before she's off, dragging him along with her.