Amy is interrogated

"The human female will stand!" the dalek commanded.

Amy scrambled to bare feet, her heart racing, one arm slammed across her chest, the other shoved between her legs.

"The human female will walk!"

"OK, OK, I'm going!" Amy complained as she stumbled from her cell, the dalek close behind her. "Can I have something to wear now?"

"The human race does not require clothing to function!"

"Well technically, no," Amy retorted, the Scottish anger in her voice masking the fear. "But we do require heat, and I'm freezing!"

"See how she cowers in her shame!" a deep voice announced behind her. Amy had been marched into a huge chamber, with daleks flying around above her or speeding across the floor, their eye stalks turning to look at her. A huge dalek towered above them all: this was the one that had spoken.

"I'm not ashamed," Amy protested, her face as red as her hair. She squeezed her thighs together and checked that her breasts were covered. "I-I just don't want you seeing me naked!"

"Then show yourself! Show that you're not like the rest of your pathetic species!"

"Expose yourself!" the daleks chorused. "Expose! Expose! Expose!"

Amy's long legs were shaking. She felt weak with hunger, a headache was growing thanks to her dehydration, her skin and ginger hair felt dirty, and despite her face feeling hot, she was freezing cold! The lights on top of each metal dome were flashing brightly, her ears were being deafened by the screeching daleks and her arms were becoming tired.

It was all too much for her.

Amy burst into tears.

"Fine!" she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. She dropped her arms to her sides. "Is that what you want?" she asked, directing her gaze to her bare feet.

"Now, human, you are exposed to us. Tell me, how do you feel!" the voice boomed out.

"Really, really, embarrassed!" Amy cried, her toes curling up as a sob escaped her.

"Observe how the female clings to her petty emotions! Weaknesses the daleks do not possess!"

Amy wondered were on Earth the dalek was going with this, hoping that she wasn't about to be exterminated. This wasn't how she wanted to go out!

"You are a known associate of the Doctor! Where is the Doctor!?"

Despite her predicament, despite being surrounded by trigger-happy killing machines and despite her embarrassment and fear, Amy started to laugh.

"Oh, you idiots!" Amy looked up at her interrogator for the first time. "I was with the Doctor when you kidnapped me! Is your transmat beam not working?!"

Amy was suddenly feeling confident. Maybe it was her light-headedness that was clouding her judgment.

"If you want my help, you'll have to treat me better! I'm talking clothes, food-" Amy had temporarily forgotten about her nakedness and was counting her demands off on her fingers.

"Silence! You are in no position to-"

"What are you going to do?" Amy laughed. "If you kill me, you'll never get to him!"

"Silence! Silence!" a dalek suddenly moved forwards, knocking Amy to the ground and narrowly avoiding running over her toes.

When she hit the hard floor and was winded, Amy not only lost her breath, but also her confidence. What was she doing?! Why was she exposing herself!? She needed cover, any cover, even if it was just her arms!

"Humanoids! Return the female to her cell until she is ready to answer!" the command echoed around the chamber."

Amy heard footsteps approaching and felt hands pulling her to her bare feet. Clearly there were sometimes things that needed doing that the daleks could not. Sobbing, Amy looked up through a curtain of ginger hair to see a someone dressed in all white, wearing a mask and gripping her right bicep tightly.

The daleks made way as the pair of them departed.