The Doctor turns slightly at her touch, as if remembering oh, right, human; Eva Salazar; the Woman Who Duels Libraries. One of his newer friends that he hasn't had the chance to pop in all over her timeline just yet. He peers at her as if for a split second he has trouble placing who she is, especially given how many friends he has over time and space and he does wonder how Ben is doing these days. He blinks, the fog from the Nothing Forest clearing again as he focuses on Eva. Present. She's the present. He literally hasn't seen Ben or Polly for centuries, so --
"It's not that easy." The Doctor sounds nettled. "Not just anyone can do this to the TARDIS. It's supposed to be interesting here, Eva. Not - not snow and there used to be goats grazing in that clearing over there, and over there should be a hot air balloon."
Nevermind the vague impression in the back of his head that behind all that dullness, the sort that presses down on you, is the niggling feeling that something Large and Unpleasant is watching them.
It wasn't there before.
The list of people capable of doing this is small and most of them are dead. Should be dead. He thinks they're dead. It's all this terribly dry, stuffy history and he doesn't care to bore Eva with the details that he'd rather keep to himself for the time being. He pats Eva's hand, offering her one of those quiet private smiles of his, and leads her down the path that's spiraling toward the little dock at the edge of a great big expanse of water. Ah, and yes! His eyes light up. The boat's still there! Granted, it...looks like someone was making it and wandered off when something more interesting popped up, but at least it's here! He jogs the last chunk to the bobbing dock, stopping right before the water's edge and turning to Eva with a flourish that's more the Doctor she knows and not the bored-out-of-his-mind old man.
He points at the little dinghy. "Our ride! It's mostly finished. It'll take two."
Eva, he expects that if you can face a man-eating library, this ought to be easy. Besides, a boat ride between two friends! He's rather looking forward to it, the Doctor beaming at Eva.
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Date: 2011-12-15 03:49 pm (UTC)"It's not that easy." The Doctor sounds nettled. "Not just anyone can do this to the TARDIS. It's supposed to be interesting here, Eva. Not - not snow and there used to be goats grazing in that clearing over there, and over there should be a hot air balloon."
Nevermind the vague impression in the back of his head that behind all that dullness, the sort that presses down on you, is the niggling feeling that something Large and Unpleasant is watching them.
It wasn't there before.
The list of people capable of doing this is small and most of them are dead. Should be dead. He thinks they're dead. It's all this terribly dry, stuffy history and he doesn't care to bore Eva with the details that he'd rather keep to himself for the time being. He pats Eva's hand, offering her one of those quiet private smiles of his, and leads her down the path that's spiraling toward the little dock at the edge of a great big expanse of water. Ah, and yes! His eyes light up. The boat's still there! Granted, it...looks like someone was making it and wandered off when something more interesting popped up, but at least it's here! He jogs the last chunk to the bobbing dock, stopping right before the water's edge and turning to Eva with a flourish that's more the Doctor she knows and not the bored-out-of-his-mind old man.
He points at the little dinghy. "Our ride! It's mostly finished. It'll take two."
Eva, he expects that if you can face a man-eating library, this ought to be easy. Besides, a boat ride between two friends! He's rather looking forward to it, the Doctor beaming at Eva.