"Three-tined forks remind me of weapons of war rather than silverware," she says with a prim little pout.
She comes over to the control panel with the strange snowstorm static that the Doctor's watching. She can't make heads or tails of it, and for a brief moment that frustrates her, as if she should be able to just because she spend so many of her prisoner years at the helm of a battleship. But she figures the Doctor probably does actually know what he's doing, so she defers to his judgement of the salt and the pepper.
"Alright. So, now that we know the root of the problem, how do we fix it?"
She still has the damn gun, and honestly she's a little itching at the idea to shoot something over all this - but while she may not be a patient woman, she is practical, and she can't just go in and put ammo through the Wardrobe.
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Date: 2012-07-09 07:54 am (UTC)She comes over to the control panel with the strange snowstorm static that the Doctor's watching. She can't make heads or tails of it, and for a brief moment that frustrates her, as if she should be able to just because she spend so many of her prisoner years at the helm of a battleship. But she figures the Doctor probably does actually know what he's doing, so she defers to his judgement of the salt and the pepper.
"Alright. So, now that we know the root of the problem, how do we fix it?"
She still has the damn gun, and honestly she's a little itching at the idea to shoot something over all this - but while she may not be a patient woman, she is practical, and she can't just go in and put ammo through the Wardrobe.
She amends her statement. "And can we fix it?"