"Please, I've got an immune system made of steel and alien bacteria," Amy scoffs, because she's not been sick since her sort-of-morning-sickness with River, which had been a strange thing, being a flesh Ganger who only had mild moments connected with her actual body. Not something she likes to think about, so she's moving right along.

"Besides, if I get sick, that just means you get to return the favour," she says sweetly, offering him a little more water. "Since Rory's not here to fawn over me, you'll get the prime job."