"So, you're a sorceress," said Romana.
"Sorcerer, if you don't mind," replied Valkyrie. "And you're a Time Lord."
"Time Lady," the woman corrected irritably, tossing her blonde hair back and forth in a so-there sort of way. "Shouldn't we deal with Frosty over there?"
Valkyrie waved casually leftwards, and there was a crack-thunk that was the sound of an Ice Warrior hitting the wall. "Sorted. Now, what were you saying about getting coffee?"
Groaning noises from the side. The blonde glanced over. "Stay."
It stayed.
They got coffee and chatted about egotistic men that thought they knew better, but didn't.