"Looks good." She was about to ask to join him when that next bit of info slides over the plate and she feels another wave of uneasiness. Being known beforehand isn't uncommon but it's only going to get more awkward from here she feels.

"Really? What did he look like? Did he have something like this that he waved about and pretended he knew what he was doing?" She takes from her front hoodie pocket a sonic screwdriver that might look markedly different from others he may or may not have encountered but is definitely sonic and debatably a screwdriver