"Great. As long as we stay in a cage, we're totally safe." Eva wrinkles her nose with clear distaste - her upper lip curls and folds into that scar that only comes out when she opens her mouth. It's difficult, impossible, for her not to see being told to stay put as a cage. Given enough hours here and she'll happily trade the safety and restraint away for another adventure into the TARDIS, danger or not - one of the aspects she finds most enticing about the device is that you can walk forever and not run into the same thing twice. It's freedom, squared. The freedom of the unexpected rolling out for miles and miles.
"You don't really think it'll take days, do you?" She bites the corner of her lip, staring at the zero room and those bubbles that are doing their damnedest to catch in her hair, like ersatz flowers. She takes a seat in one of the chairs. "Marco will start looking for me. He'd tear this place up and find us having tea in here, I'm sure of it."
Although she prefers coffee.
She holds a hand out and pantomimes tracing the double helix staircase. "And where does that go to?"
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Date: 2012-06-12 07:48 am (UTC)"You don't really think it'll take days, do you?" She bites the corner of her lip, staring at the zero room and those bubbles that are doing their damnedest to catch in her hair, like ersatz flowers. She takes a seat in one of the chairs. "Marco will start looking for me. He'd tear this place up and find us having tea in here, I'm sure of it."
Although she prefers coffee.
She holds a hand out and pantomimes tracing the double helix staircase. "And where does that go to?"