Yes-- [She hurries back from the kitchen to take the cup from Bucky--not that she isn't happy for the help, but it's somewhat embarrassing that it's gotten to the point where she needs extra hands. Because:]

This was by no means my first battle, though. I'm sure you picked up on that. It shouldn't be any different from the others I've fought my way through.

[The last of the dishes cleared from the drawing room, Vastra sets them back in the still-filling sink and stares at the swaying surface of the water. Wheels turning, trying to figure outcomes, biting back on words that perhaps she shouldn't say--]

...then again, I've never had to attack and kill something that looks like my wife before.