It’s amazing that these openings to the demon’s universe can still make her feel faintly terrified; even after thousands of years away.

She hates getting up after dawn; she wants to see as much of the day as possible after all and that won't be accomplished by sleeping in.

So far she doesn’t have any outer scars; inwardly however…

The feel of another human after all these years is almost enough to make her sob.

They’re best friends, and if she had never met the Doctor her life would’ve been far less fun.

She considers her addiction to killing demons perfectly normal; especially if she’s saving the world while doing it.

Walls are really damned hard.

Even after all these years she can’t help but adore him; he’ll always be her son.

Her dreams of him are wonderfully hot; she only feels disgusted when she has to wake up.

Perhaps I do overreact at times; it’s never really done me any harm.