She was sure that look was meant for all those times she herself had stumbled into trouble, whether she meant to or not, and she merely returned that look with a not-so-amused one of her own. "I think we would have seen or heard something about shop girls disappearing or turning up with robotic dog bites on their rumps."

But at the Doctor's question, she merely shrugged and pulled the map out of her pocket. "Something tells me it's not on this," she said, waving it about. "But go on, what kind of alien is highly psychic but bored enough to construct a robotic dog? Next thing you're going to tell me is that they're named something ridiculous like K-9 or something."