"This is my friend, River. Nice hair, clever, has his own gun, and, unlike me, he really doesn't mind shooting people. I shouldn't like that," she turned and looked at him, biting her lip a bit as she grinned. "Kind of do a bit," she said. He nodded as a small smirk appeared on his face, his arm and gun outstretched towards the Silence. "Thank you, sweetie." She turned back towards the threat. "I know you're team players and everything," she continued, "but he'll definitely kill at least the first three of you." River backs up behind her and they stood like that, back to back. "Oh, the first seven, easily." He said. "Seven? Really?" She asked. "Oh, eight for you, honey." River replied mischievously. "Stop it." She told him. His head dipped back towards her, his curls dropped down and brushing against the top of her head. "Make me." He told the Time Lord. "Yeah, well maybe I will." The Doctor replied playfully. Amy made a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat. "Flirting?" She snapped, leaning forward. "They're holding me hostage and you two are flirting?" The Doctor opened her mouth to say something but Amy holds her wrists up and shakes them, making the restraints around them rattle. "Oh, right. Sorry." The Time Lady told her friend.