RP: the two doctors; for foreverbruised

[foreverbruised]

The Doctor is frowning steadily at the screen on the console, his arms folded and brow creased. "Yeah," he answers absentmindedly. "Right behind you, Martha." He shakes his head - a denial of something, not as though to clear it. Surely the TARDIS was mistranslating the UNIT signal - or the UNIT signal is incorrect. Vanity made him want to believe it was the latter, but he was still going to have to check for loose connection later.

He shakes his head once more - this time to clear it - and looks at Martha, only a silhouette in the door, a sun-bleached beach stretching beyond. "Right, then. Danger and mayhem await." He turns from the console and joins her, hoping danger and mayhem will turn out to be nothing and more nothing this time around.