Amy makes an offended noise as she touches her hair. "What's wrong with my hair? It's not like it's big and floppy like yours. Everything about you screams 'not from this time.'"

She looks over to her right at the row of buttons. He's been pulling this and that and she's starting to get bored of just looking pretty when there's no one to admire her. So she casually leans over and presses the big red button that he's continually told her not to press. The TARDIS makes several loud alarm-type noises and she quickly tucks her hand back under her other arm, hopefully before he has a chance to notice. "You never did tell me where we were going, Doctor."

Two could play the quick it's a distraction game.