This time, Morgana reaches for his hand as if it's far more natural than she like would think about.

"I agree with your plan to find food. Is there even a place to eat on the TARDIS?" Morgana's from a time when blights and droughts brought about shortages all too quickly, she's not one to turn down food.

"Are we heading back to the formal hall, or outside first?"

And, the question that got lost, literally in the bullets and flood moments ago. "You said you had an idea earlier. Do you care to share?"

That wasn't a request.