As he shows her his screwdriver, her face only becomes more confused and sad. It's not the right screwdriver, the one she remembers. It's a ridiculous thing to be emotional over, but she can't help it. He's gone and changed faces and accents, gotten a new screwdriver, and looks at her like she's a ghost. Her fear that she stays trapped in his timestream overwhelms her, which results in tears as she reaches over to grab his screwdriver so she can look it over.

"It's lovely," she tries offering, voice shaking as she does. "What was wrong with the old one, exactly?"