You don’t know who she is when you see her first, keeled over, cursing with everything but actual cuss words. She’s clutching her side with gritted teeth.

You approach her like you would a wounded animal. She whips her head up at the sound of your steps.

“You can trust me. I only want to help,” you assure her, steadily getting closer.

“You…you’re the Doctor…” she breathes, chest heaving. Her eyes flicker with recognition. She’s intrigued by your arrival, eyes brightening.