Ooh, Eva Salazar is good! The Doctor blinks at the finger pointed at his face.
Actually, she's wrong about one of those points, because the Moon can be a perfectly lovely place to vacation in the 51st Century and he could recommend white-out dates if she ever gets it in her mind to have a holiday.
And then Eva has to go and prove that she's more than just good, the human deciding to get almost uncomfortably perceptive. The Doctor's smile is still on his face, the corners of it twitching for a second as if he's trying to fight off an even bigger grin. She's right, of course. Almost a thousand years and even he sometimes wonders. Maybe it's not even important anymore. There's a point where you can sit in your study or the console room and think and think and the silence becomes too much. When you think about yourself and it stretches out and seems to lose all meaning.
It probably explains why he keeps running back to restock on his human friends. They have a habit of making things interesting again.
"I'm working on it," the Doctor says with a half-wounded tone. "I can't be expected to be brilliant every breathing second, you know!"
As for the rest, well. He's so busy wanting to impress Eva (and get her out of the TARDIS alive) that he doesn't think it worth going into the whole...Time Lord thing. Not really here nor there!
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Date: 2012-03-15 12:25 pm (UTC)Actually, she's wrong about one of those points, because the Moon can be a perfectly lovely place to vacation in the 51st Century and he could recommend white-out dates if she ever gets it in her mind to have a holiday.
And then Eva has to go and prove that she's more than just good, the human deciding to get almost uncomfortably perceptive. The Doctor's smile is still on his face, the corners of it twitching for a second as if he's trying to fight off an even bigger grin. She's right, of course. Almost a thousand years and even he sometimes wonders. Maybe it's not even important anymore. There's a point where you can sit in your study or the console room and think and think and the silence becomes too much. When you think about yourself and it stretches out and seems to lose all meaning.
It probably explains why he keeps running back to restock on his human friends. They have a habit of making things interesting again.
"I'm working on it," the Doctor says with a half-wounded tone. "I can't be expected to be brilliant every breathing second, you know!"
As for the rest, well. He's so busy wanting to impress Eva (and get her out of the TARDIS alive) that he doesn't think it worth going into the whole...Time Lord thing. Not really here nor there!