"Who are you?!" said Rory, cocking his gun. It whirred as it charged up. The Silurian just rolled its eyes. "Oh, you're not going to shoot me," she said. "How do you know that," said Rory, trying to sound as tough as he can. "Because," the lizard woman said, "You're too kind."

"Not if you're here to hurt my wife," said Rory through gritted teeth. The Silurian strode over to the Pandorica and looked it up and down. Rory followed her with his gun. "Plus I'm a friend of the Doctor, and here to help you," she said. "How do I know that?" asked Rory.

The Silurian walked over to him. "Are you still so jumpy because that imbecile Restac shot you?," she asked. Before Rory could answer she gave an exasperated huff from her nose and said, "Don't say we all look alive, it's not as if you apes have any distinction besides your horrid smells." What? What was going on?

"Madam Vastra, does that ring any bells for you?" she said rather pompously. Rory frowned. "Who?" he asked. Madam Vastra tilted her head, observing him. "Oh, no," she said, "Far too young to know me. Well don't worry dear, you will." Rory was very confused. Who was this Madam Vastra? How does she know him? Oh, that's right. Time travel. Too wibbly-wobbly for him.

Vastra placed her cold, scaled hand on his gun hand and lowered it. "I don't think you will be needing that, I won't bite," she said, "I don't eat plastic." Rory's eyes widened. What does she eat?!

The lizard woman walked over to a crate and sat down. She raised her brow. "So," she said, "Are we going to talk?" Rory glanced around. Nobody else was here as far as he could tell. Hesitantly he walked over to the crate facing her and sat down.

"Talk about what?" he asked. "You," said Madam Vastra, "And your... Sentiment." Rory frowned. "Sentiment?" he asked. "Your growing friendship with that orange-haired female," said Vastra. "What about her?" said Rory.

"I'm not sure if you should trust her," she replied. "I still don't know if I should trust you," said Rory curtly. Vastra glared and let out a throaty growl. Rory shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Why?" he asked. "I've been watching her," said the Silurian, "Her actions are... Suspicious." "How?" asked Rory. Vastra didn't reply, as if she couldn't explain. Rory was frustrated now. "She seems perfectly nice to me," he said, almost too roughly, "And I can be friends with her if I want!"

Madam Vastra stood to tower over him. "You only feel the need to because she looks like your wife, foolishly disregarding any other factors on whether or not you can trust her," she growled, "The Doctor told you to stay out of trouble, and that is what you should do."

Rory stood up to face her. "Thank you for your advice but I think you should leave now," he said. Madam Vastra looked at him coldly. "Fine," she said, "But you can't say I didn't warn you." And with that she strode out of the warehouse and disappeared into the night.