The names mean nothing to Morgana, but she has learned the Doctor does like to name drop. "He will have to get you another one then, as this one is ruined." Perhaps it's a tailor? Not that Morgana could ever know.

She's talking more to make sure he is all right. As long as the injured are capable of talking, things are never quite as dire. Looking at the wound both in the front, and stepping behind, ripping the shirt further, to see the exit wound, she comments, "Both shirts are ruined." She places a hand near, but not on the wound. She's feeling the skin for warmth -- the start of an infection, as these things can take hold quickly.

His skin still feels cool, as it always does. "The wound is straight through, but I would feel better if we could bandage it before we continued." She looks around the room to see if there is something that could suffice.

She's not even paying attention to the creak.