"I don't know. If you had toe-chewing as a hobby, it wouldn't really surprise me." She laughs back, always pleased to have convinced someone else of her undeniable wittiness. Take that, Daniel Jackson.
And of course, the Doctor doesn't elaborate on what those other things he was thinking were. Eva will get used to being blocked out, eventually. It's still a difficult thing to adjust to, and sometimes it drives her crazy, not being linked in to someone else's thoughts. Sometimes she forgets people aren't reading her mind. Sometimes she's angry that she can't read theirs.
"Then let's make that a plan. I'm afraid I don't know anything about the technical side, but point me in the right direction and I'm your lady." And if anything's true, it's that her stubborn streak can come in handy, every once in a great, great while.
She folds the handkerchief up on her knee, so it's flat and even, and hands it back to the Doctor. "Here. Have some snotty sand."
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And of course, the Doctor doesn't elaborate on what those other things he was thinking were. Eva will get used to being blocked out, eventually. It's still a difficult thing to adjust to, and sometimes it drives her crazy, not being linked in to someone else's thoughts. Sometimes she forgets people aren't reading her mind. Sometimes she's angry that she can't read theirs.
"Then let's make that a plan. I'm afraid I don't know anything about the technical side, but point me in the right direction and I'm your lady." And if anything's true, it's that her stubborn streak can come in handy, every once in a great, great while.
She folds the handkerchief up on her knee, so it's flat and even, and hands it back to the Doctor. "Here. Have some snotty sand."