[ Knowing she's safe now, the Doctor runs as swiftly as possible, to join her on the elevator. He's panting heavily, leaning back against the elevator wall, eyeing her gun first, then her face, and then he just leans his head back, shaking it a little, letting out a breathless and humorless laugh under his breath.

Then he looks at her again, just to be sure she's not harmed. ]

Not anything I'd like to repeat, for the record, but you were brilliant. I'm ignoring the gun, but you were brilliant. And so delightfully and perfectly alive.