He busies himself with turning the brass screws and knobs on the mast. "No. Loads of things you haven't told me like your favorite color or even your favorite food."
The Doctor tightens a few knobs at random. Edriss. Edriss. The name doesn't sound familiar, the Doctor glancing around the mast to shoot the back of Eva's head a Look and a thoughtful frown, both at once because he's wonderful at multi-tasking like that. He wasn't lying when he said there was so much he didn't know about the human, other than that deep sense of almost animal hurt about her. That and a good sense of adventuring. This, he thinks, is her opening up slightly. The Doctor files away that name as something Important; Eva's Past. Female, obviously. Human, alien or Other (yes, Other is a real category) remains to be seen. He opens his mouth to ask who this Edriss is when he notices how Eva is pushing the paddle into the water. It’s almost like she’s in a world of her own, looking much younger than he’s seen her before.
He snaps his mouth shut. Tact. Not his favorite thing, tact! But sometimes – he’ll grudgingly admit – there is a time for it and he has that niggle that this is one of those times. Maybe. Possibly.
The Doctor leans away from the mast to peer into the water after her hand. “Well, can’t say for sure if there are sea monsters. But! I’m sure it’s shark-less, so there’s that.” He gives her a winning smile.
Sea monsters don’t swim this close to shore, so he thinks it’s oh, about mostly-over half safe. Just so she knows. The Doctor flops down on the bench next to Eva, reaching up to loosen his bowties as the shore gradually gets further away and the weather loses some of that chill from the Nothing Forest.
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The Doctor tightens a few knobs at random. Edriss. Edriss. The name doesn't sound familiar, the Doctor glancing around the mast to shoot the back of Eva's head a Look and a thoughtful frown, both at once because he's wonderful at multi-tasking like that. He wasn't lying when he said there was so much he didn't know about the human, other than that deep sense of almost animal hurt about her. That and a good sense of adventuring. This, he thinks, is her opening up slightly. The Doctor files away that name as something Important; Eva's Past. Female, obviously. Human, alien or Other (yes, Other is a real category) remains to be seen. He opens his mouth to ask who this Edriss is when he notices how Eva is pushing the paddle into the water. It’s almost like she’s in a world of her own, looking much younger than he’s seen her before.
He snaps his mouth shut. Tact. Not his favorite thing, tact! But sometimes – he’ll grudgingly admit – there is a time for it and he has that niggle that this is one of those times. Maybe. Possibly.
The Doctor leans away from the mast to peer into the water after her hand. “Well, can’t say for sure if there are sea monsters. But! I’m sure it’s shark-less, so there’s that.” He gives her a winning smile.
Sea monsters don’t swim this close to shore, so he thinks it’s oh, about mostly-over half safe. Just so she knows. The Doctor flops down on the bench next to Eva, reaching up to loosen his bowties as the shore gradually gets further away and the weather loses some of that chill from the Nothing Forest.