The Doctor frowns, as if a little startled that his usual hasn’t quite…had the same effect on Eva as it usually does on most humans he pops in on. But her knowing the intricacies of the time engine won’t help much, if any, in the end and he decides if she absolutely needs to know something that will save her life, he’ll be sure to tell her. The thing is even he isn’t entirely sure what they’ll find there. There’s a strong possibility he doesn’t want Eva to know he doesn’t know either.
He’s been watching that storm cloud growing from an ugly smudge in the distance to the low-hanging wall, fast approaching. Their dinghy is fast but not that fast and there’s simply no way to outrun it.
“I see it!” He has to raise his voice. The cloud promptly dumps a bucket of water at them, rain slapping at the boat and their faces. The Doctor wipes his hair out of his eyes and tries to blink paste the water as lightning flickers across the underbelly of the cloud. “I’ll need you to take over the mast for me, okay?”
The Doctor doesn’t have time to look for the mast’s manual, instead hoping that Eva can sort it out on her own. He drops to his stomach and tries frantically to sonic the base of the mast where a jumble of wires and other alien bits and bobs have come loose, trying to add in some extra power so they can try to scoot to the side.
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Date: 2012-04-28 12:58 am (UTC)He’s been watching that storm cloud growing from an ugly smudge in the distance to the low-hanging wall, fast approaching. Their dinghy is fast but not that fast and there’s simply no way to outrun it.
“I see it!” He has to raise his voice. The cloud promptly dumps a bucket of water at them, rain slapping at the boat and their faces. The Doctor wipes his hair out of his eyes and tries to blink paste the water as lightning flickers across the underbelly of the cloud. “I’ll need you to take over the mast for me, okay?”
The Doctor doesn’t have time to look for the mast’s manual, instead hoping that Eva can sort it out on her own. He drops to his stomach and tries frantically to sonic the base of the mast where a jumble of wires and other alien bits and bobs have come loose, trying to add in some extra power so they can try to scoot to the side.