Tosh has been watching her since she woke up, glad to see she's conscious and that there's not any permanent damage. Yet. As Dmitri speaks, she manages a faint, worn smile that couldn't look less sincere if she tried. "I'm alive."
Could be worse. Tosh is having a hard time thinking of times it has been worse, but it could still be... much worse. Which isn't exactly comfort, when she thinks about it.
The Doctor, unlike Tosh, is not looking at Dmitri. He's staring at some point on the ceiling on the far side of the room, eyes unfocused. He might be thinking, or he might just be trying to avoid thinking about other things. Like who's next or what April's doing now or...
Dmi tugs her cuffed hand, not as though she expects there to be any give to it at all, but like she's just checking to make sure it hasn't gotten any better while she wasn't watching. Couldn't have that, now, could they?
"Life is good. Place to start, at least. While there's life, and all that." She grimaces. If this is the quality of her dazzling conversational skills, that concussion must be a bit more severe than she'd been thinking. "Someone may have to tell me what exactly I dived into head-first."
She pauses. Looks across to the Doctor. Looks up at the ceiling.
"Doc, I don't know what it's like on Gallifrey, but here on Earth, no one makes a habit of writing the meaning of life on the ceiling beams. Well. There was this one coffee shop in Coronado, but that was the exception rather than the rule, and unless you subscribe to the school of thought that happiness is a warm espresso... what are you doing?"
Well, so much for not looking at her. The Doctor glances down, his expression still a little distant and abstracted, still half somewhere else in his head. "If you're expecting the answer to be 'formulating a brilliant escape plan', sort of ran out of those... a few days ago. Sorry."
Well, the last one could have worked. Could have worked, but it would have meant letting Thane kill Dmitri right in front of him and... well, that's not really an option, is it?
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Could be worse. Tosh is having a hard time thinking of times it has been worse, but it could still be... much worse. Which isn't exactly comfort, when she thinks about it.
The Doctor, unlike Tosh, is not looking at Dmitri. He's staring at some point on the ceiling on the far side of the room, eyes unfocused. He might be thinking, or he might just be trying to avoid thinking about other things. Like who's next or what April's doing now or...
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"Life is good. Place to start, at least. While there's life, and all that." She grimaces. If this is the quality of her dazzling conversational skills, that concussion must be a bit more severe than she'd been thinking. "Someone may have to tell me what exactly I dived into head-first."
She pauses. Looks across to the Doctor. Looks up at the ceiling.
"Doc, I don't know what it's like on Gallifrey, but here on Earth, no one makes a habit of writing the meaning of life on the ceiling beams. Well. There was this one coffee shop in Coronado, but that was the exception rather than the rule, and unless you subscribe to the school of thought that happiness is a warm espresso... what are you doing?"
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Well, the last one could have worked. Could have worked, but it would have meant letting Thane kill Dmitri right in front of him and... well, that's not really an option, is it?
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