[She's started pacing, now, and when she talks, the view from the phone might be moving enough to give anyone watching the video feed a bit of motion sickness, because she's gone to gesticulating even more wildly then before. You'd think she would at least think to put the phone down somewhere before she did that, but no.]

Oh, trust me, the wakin' up in a metal coffin-pod isn' the weirdest thing I've been through, my entire life is made of weird. It's just...the sheer energy needed for what they're doin' here alone has to be astronomical! Pullin' people from different places, different timezones, lockin' us out of our timelines...! [She stops short, her eyes going wide, and she takes a moment to quickly check her pulses. Still going strong, both of them. And then the pacing starts again.] No, not that. But still could be, maybe it's the council. But to what end?!? None of this matches up with anything Rassilon has ever done, an' after the last time they did somethin' like this to me, I doubt they'd try an' bring more of me together, even for another trial...! Still might be Time Lord technology. Maybe the Master. Oh, I hope it's not them...Not again. Oooh, I hate not knowin'!!!

[Yes, she may be panicking just a little, but where some people would shut down, hyperventilate, run away, her brain was going a million miles an hour. Give her a bit, she may burn herself out once she hits a brick wall of no answers.]