Amy runs both hands through her hair as she tries to claw it out for a brief moment, thinking that this is going to drive her crazy. "Okay, we are well past nice Amy," she says, sitting up a little straighter and glaring at her. "Ned Stark, I'm Amy Pond from Leadworth and you are going to listen to me," she barks at him, leaning hard into the taskmaster and complete pain in the arse Rory has always accused her of being. She shoves the glass of water under his nose.

"I'm not your daughter or anyone related to you, despite the fact that apparently I've got hair their colour, and you're sick. You're going to drink this and you're going to like it, or I'm going to close your nose and shove it down your throat," she warns.