It's gotta be a bit unnerving to meet up with a half-Time Lady, especially after the genocide of the entire Time Lord race. River, however, seems to be taking all of this in stride. She doesn't look the least bit intimidating by the guards or the Master himself.

"Judging from the coordinates? The future." Ignoring the guns pointed at her, she wanders right up to him and leans in to examine him. Circling him slowly, like a shark eying up a lean meal. "What have you done here? This place - it feel sooooo wrong. Is that a paradox I detect?"