Eva’s remark is startling enough that the Doctor doesn’t resist her meddling (or mothering. With her it could be both), his hand pulled away as he gapes at her for a moment. He manages to catch the gape, closing his mouth and fussing with his bowtie nervously. “Well! I’d say the best thing to do would be to hold onto something and try not to get jettisoned into space. Or any time vortexes that might open up.”
He has to at least warn her about that. Realistically he thinks her odds of falling into an alternate dimension are low, but he’s had companions with that sort of luck and so he can’t rule out that possibility. He shifts his feel, his mouth pressing into a line, for a moment withdrawn. Maybe he should focus on finding the door and scooting her out into the Hanger before he attempts this. The Doctr does remain blissfully unaware of Eva’s (incorrect) fashion judgments, because look at that banjo. The pinnacle of fashion! And the handkerchiefs were all rather nice once you’d trained your eyes to resist the urge to cross just looking at them.
The Doctor reaches out to make some more modifications to the monitor. His fingers press against the side and suddenly the parts of it spread apart like a slowly expanding galaxy, allowing him to rearrange it to a different sort of console. He does so like an artist, without even thinking, his hands flashing.
“Did you want to keep looking for the door?” He suddenly asked, swiveling toward Eva with a deep frown.
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Date: 2012-07-28 01:58 am (UTC)He has to at least warn her about that. Realistically he thinks her odds of falling into an alternate dimension are low, but he’s had companions with that sort of luck and so he can’t rule out that possibility. He shifts his feel, his mouth pressing into a line, for a moment withdrawn. Maybe he should focus on finding the door and scooting her out into the Hanger before he attempts this. The Doctr does remain blissfully unaware of Eva’s (incorrect) fashion judgments, because look at that banjo. The pinnacle of fashion! And the handkerchiefs were all rather nice once you’d trained your eyes to resist the urge to cross just looking at them.
The Doctor reaches out to make some more modifications to the monitor. His fingers press against the side and suddenly the parts of it spread apart like a slowly expanding galaxy, allowing him to rearrange it to a different sort of console. He does so like an artist, without even thinking, his hands flashing.
“Did you want to keep looking for the door?” He suddenly asked, swiveling toward Eva with a deep frown.