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[Amy tilts her head to the side, almost robotic like. That's what happens when she's spent nearly four decades with robots. She's gotten out of the morgue by now. She wasn't sure about this though. Before reading through others, she needed to know things, needed to form a plan, a tactic.]
I don't understand. Rory? Doctor? [She looks around. This isn't the facility, but the whiteness is eerily similar, as is the fact that it's completely empty.]
Oi, anyone out there? I met some people in the-- in the morgue.
My sword and armor is gone. I-- I'm dead. What is this place? [She needs an answer before she can even come up with a new strategy, and you can bet she will. She tilts her head back to examine the room.]
I need better cover. Anyone out there that can supply safety or refuge, you can have my assistance. I'm a damn good fighter. [Barter. That's what this has come to. A sigh and she pinches the bridge of her nose. No Rory, no Doctor. This is her reality again. Her eyes soften slightly at the thought of Rory, and her eyes flicker to the screen. This is for him:]
Thank you.
I don't understand. Rory? Doctor? [She looks around. This isn't the facility, but the whiteness is eerily similar, as is the fact that it's completely empty.]
Oi, anyone out there? I met some people in the-- in the morgue.
My sword and armor is gone. I-- I'm dead. What is this place? [She needs an answer before she can even come up with a new strategy, and you can bet she will. She tilts her head back to examine the room.]
I need better cover. Anyone out there that can supply safety or refuge, you can have my assistance. I'm a damn good fighter. [Barter. That's what this has come to. A sigh and she pinches the bridge of her nose. No Rory, no Doctor. This is her reality again. Her eyes soften slightly at the thought of Rory, and her eyes flicker to the screen. This is for him:]
Thank you.