She's aware of the gaze. The ever present smile is formed again. She had little ambition...but she could definitely enjoy a good relationship with the Doctor. After all, who else could procure certain materials that might be needed in Aya's hobby?

That question would come later, of course. For now she simply nods. "Of course I do. They do say magpies like pretty things."

She notices where it lands then she gives another nod. A leg, she can handle. A hand would have been...unfortunate. The only thought that allowed her to remain calm was simple: dying here wouldn't be like her father killing her.

Probably.