There was an unexpectedly complicated question. "I'm not sure," he replied, after a sip of his drink. "We were being chased by our enemies." He wasn't sure, if he described Daleks, whether she'd understand or believe him. "I'm not even sure where we'd just been, never mind where we were. But they're not here, at least, which is something." That he'd got away wasn't that comforting, though.