"Far-ish." The Doctor is completely unhelpful. He reaches down and cranks a crank and turns a few knobs that need to be turned to keep the mast from wandering right off the boat. "Not much of a cat-nap person myself. I can always talk to myself if you're busy snoring."
He glances over at Eva as she hugs herself. It's getting colder, perhaps because they're off the coast of the Nothing Forest, and for a moment he thinks it's just that. But then she mentions dying, and, well. Dying is far more complicated than it should be. And it's downright odd she's had a first time because with humans, that sort of thing tends to be rather final, doesn't it? Most definitely from her time period. He's estimated her to be about 1990's-2000'sish. Not as accurate as he'd like but it's accurate enough. The Doctor pulls off his jacket, offering it to Eva as a tweed blanket.
He hunkers down on his own seat, those skinny legs of his stretching as he rests his elbows on them and leans forward.
"I didn't know. Bit of a thing to pull off, dying and changing your mind?" The Doctor tilts his head curiously. Never could resist the odd, the weird, the interesting.
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He glances over at Eva as she hugs herself. It's getting colder, perhaps because they're off the coast of the Nothing Forest, and for a moment he thinks it's just that. But then she mentions dying, and, well. Dying is far more complicated than it should be. And it's downright odd she's had a first time because with humans, that sort of thing tends to be rather final, doesn't it? Most definitely from her time period. He's estimated her to be about 1990's-2000'sish. Not as accurate as he'd like but it's accurate enough. The Doctor pulls off his jacket, offering it to Eva as a tweed blanket.
He hunkers down on his own seat, those skinny legs of his stretching as he rests his elbows on them and leans forward.
"I didn't know. Bit of a thing to pull off, dying and changing your mind?" The Doctor tilts his head curiously. Never could resist the odd, the weird, the interesting.