She fumbles in her pocket again, slipping her finger through the loop of the sonic screwdriver and pulling it out with a little smirk. It really does take just a few seconds to revert his boots to their original condition. "You were the one who put the idea in my head," she teases.

Another few moments and the holster and weapon are similarly repaired.

That done, she turns to shoo Damocles off the blanket and starts picking up the pieces of the destroyed picnic basket.

"Fucking rabbits."