[after her talk with Crowley, a certain woman who accompanies a certain amount of ferocity needs to just... take a walk. get out. for maybe some fresh air amidst some rather chaotic circumstances.
with a sigh and a but of clip, clap, clattering of heels, that certain woman comes across probably the last person she wants to see right about now-- the Ninth Doctor. now, of course, she doesn't hold anything against him, or wish to bring out the claws, but with narrowed eyes...
something... something strange is pulling her closer to him, something really demanding that she work those vocal chords of hers, perhaps?]
Excuse me, can I please talk to you for a minute?
(ooc.
lol *facepalm*)