Twelve

                                    

                                          
"This is getting annoying," Alessia droned. And she wasn't lying, it really was. Being strapped to a metal table while an alien rhino took your temperature and checked both heartbeats and asked you boring questions was just that. Boring. She spat out the thermometer that had been placed into her mouth. "You took my temperature four times already!" She whined. "Why do you need it again?"
                          
The rhino didn't answer, but he hadn't for the past few hours, so she didn't expect much. It was ironic that she was getting bored while being supposedly tortured. Torture was boring. She should have asked for someone more skilled at entertainment. Her goggles had been removed however long ago she'd passed out last, and they hadn't been replaced. She was left with nothing but the dull throbbing in her temples from the ringing, which still reverberated in her head. 
                          
Alessia craned her head around to observe her surroundings, thankful for the absence of the head clamp this time around. It was a different room than the one she'd been in the first time. The floors were lined with white tile, and the walls around her were a midnight black. Next to her a table was laid out with various tools and instruments, and she spotted the thermometer she'd become acquainted with. Moving on, she spotted a large panel of buttons, and she knew instantly that one of those had to open her restraints. Without the movement of her wrists or ankles, she had no way of reaching it. She'd need somebody else's hands.
                          
Her first thought was Oliver, but he was off somewhere Alessia didn't know yet. Clara and the Doctor were both gone too. She'd have to find them. She looked down to observe her restraints, and the first thing she noticed was that her boots had been left on this time. The left boot had been properly crammed into the restraint, but there was the tiniest bit of rubber jammed in the clamp on the right. Once the rhino left the room, she could probably pull her foot just the right way to get one foot free. 
                          
As if reading her thoughts, the rhino gave her one final glare and stomped off back into the hallway. 
                          
"Okay, Alessia," she breathed, squinting her eyes. "You've got this."
                          
With the first tug, Alessia did nothing but make the boot squeak against the cool metal. Neither boot nor clamp moved a centimetre. 
                          
With the second tug, the boot began winning the battle, prying the restraint open the tiniest bit. An artificial screeching of metal elaborated that this was definitely not something that was supposed to be happening. Alessia looked around, making sure that no-one was near, and with one final jerk-- she had a boot free.
                          
But what now? She couldn't pick a lock with her toes, and she regretted not learning the skill with all four limbs. She could kick around aimlessly at the sides of the table and the tangle of wires, but then she could also get electrocuted, which was a huge risk, and not one she was willing to take just yet. Her leg needed to be ten times as long to reach across the room, so she was out of luck there. 
                          
She took an inventory. She didn't have anything in her pockets, and even if she did, there was no way Alessia could reach it with just her foot. She had her glasses on, and her hair in a hair tie, overalls, a shirt, socks, and two boots, one of which she had control over. 
                          
Suddenly, a wild thought struck her. If she kicked the boot off just right, it could hit the control panel and release her. And if not, the only thing she would lose was a boot. It was worth the risk. She would also have to have perfect aim, which was not something she possessed; a memory of tossing a ball into Strax's stomach instead of his hands flashed across her mind. 
                          
Without any time to lose, Alessia made her decision. Using the bottom of the table, she pulled her foot ever so slightly until it was just barely in the boot. Her toes were where her ankle should have been, and she had them hooked on the boot's curve so she could kick it further. She set her aim for the big silver button in the centre of the panel, because it was the most likely choice.