"I'm always silly. It's why I'm not sad." Duh, Doctor. Surely he's realized this about her by now. She shades her eyes with her hand as she stares out at the gaggle of people staring at them funny. She could swim, of course, and she's still very damn anyway, but someone granting them a boat would be an encouraging gesture of good will.
She squints out at their faces. A few fingers are pointed, but they're less at her than at her outfit or, of course, the materializing blue box. Not that the Doctor looks much less outlandish than she does.
But it's a relief. She has her anonymity still, just a beat-up badly-dressed mystery woman in a spaceship instead of the face of the devil. It means lies and explanations, but it beats people being afraid of her anyday. It casts a light upon her mood.
"Hello! We come in peace!" She turns to the Doctor and flashes a grin. "Years on an alien spaceship and I never really got to say that. I feel as if I've just accomplished a rite of passage."
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Date: 2013-01-29 04:53 am (UTC)She squints out at their faces. A few fingers are pointed, but they're less at her than at her outfit or, of course, the materializing blue box. Not that the Doctor looks much less outlandish than she does.
But it's a relief. She has her anonymity still, just a beat-up badly-dressed mystery woman in a spaceship instead of the face of the devil. It means lies and explanations, but it beats people being afraid of her anyday. It casts a light upon her mood.
"Hello! We come in peace!" She turns to the Doctor and flashes a grin. "Years on an alien spaceship and I never really got to say that. I feel as if I've just accomplished a rite of passage."