Conditions he won't like? The Doctor debates the merits of pretending he's suddenly more deaf than he is. But Eva's already on her feet, complaining about being as old-young as a human can get and he's just watching her, waiting for her to get on with it. He cracks an amused smile at her comment. Crone? To him, she's always going to be painfully young, even when she's withered and white-haired and hobbling around on those funny little walkers with the tennis balls (he supposes if you like that game, you might as well keep some tennis balls close to you. One of those just in case things). If it helps, he thinks she'd look marvelous with her very own set of tennis balls.
Oh Eva Salazar. Old. There's old and then there's Old. He's done Old, both physically and...all over. It's probably for the best she has a short lifespan, because sometimes the Doctor has the thought that maybe there's such a thing as living too long and he wouldn't wish it on a lovely person like Eva.
The Doctor glances over his shoulder at Eva, the gears in his head clicking.
For a moment it looks like he's going to fib to her face. Instead, he says, "I think someone's sabotaged my TARDIS. The Everything Forest, you know. It's hardly Everything." The library's probably had it out for him for a few centuries, so that wasn't exactly enough to clue him in. "Don't wander off and keep close to me."
There's far more snow in this end of the forest, the Doctor's boots crunching through a thick layer as he leads them toward where they might be able to find that lake and the boat he (thinks) he left there. Granted, this was when he had the brainy specs, so it's been awhile. Maybe it's moved. He's aware of Eva's presence behind him, enough to focus him from the mind-numbing boredom seeping into his bones just by traveling in the Nothing Forest. He uses her presence like a lifeline. Right! Focusing. Focus on focusing. The Doctor leads the way, grumbling under his breath to himself and sounding almost his age. Several times he seems about ready to wander off into the forest like a lost old man, sans the white hair, as if he's forgotten where he's planning to go.
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Date: 2011-12-14 12:29 pm (UTC)Oh Eva Salazar. Old. There's old and then there's Old. He's done Old, both physically and...all over. It's probably for the best she has a short lifespan, because sometimes the Doctor has the thought that maybe there's such a thing as living too long and he wouldn't wish it on a lovely person like Eva.
The Doctor glances over his shoulder at Eva, the gears in his head clicking.
For a moment it looks like he's going to fib to her face. Instead, he says, "I think someone's sabotaged my TARDIS. The Everything Forest, you know. It's hardly Everything." The library's probably had it out for him for a few centuries, so that wasn't exactly enough to clue him in. "Don't wander off and keep close to me."
There's far more snow in this end of the forest, the Doctor's boots crunching through a thick layer as he leads them toward where they might be able to find that lake and the boat he (thinks) he left there. Granted, this was when he had the brainy specs, so it's been awhile. Maybe it's moved. He's aware of Eva's presence behind him, enough to focus him from the mind-numbing boredom seeping into his bones just by traveling in the Nothing Forest. He uses her presence like a lifeline. Right! Focusing. Focus on focusing. The Doctor leads the way, grumbling under his breath to himself and sounding almost his age. Several times he seems about ready to wander off into the forest like a lost old man, sans the white hair, as if he's forgotten where he's planning to go.