Liz rolls her eyes. Here she is trying to make sure the constable doesn't freak out he got sucked though a rift and the Doctor's being...the Doctor. "You are about as discreet as a bull in a freakin' china shop, you know that?" She takes the make shift tool from the Doctor and scowls at it. That was not what she was hoping for. "Not helpful." She hands it back to him.

She closes her eyes and ignores the wolves before shooting Owen one of those glances they've perfected after all this time. "If thing need to get...hot." She says all too casually to him. "You get them out of here. Doctor, too. He seems...even more reckless than the one we know."

Then the new voices make her drop Owen's hand. "Shit." She turns back to look at the newest pursuers. "Trolls. Seriously. It had to be trolls." She sighs and steps a little closer to the bunch that wants to make a meal of them.

"Go. Now." Liz says firmly, paying specific attention to Fraser. "I got this. We'll explain later. Just run."