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[twatular]

[Martha's dead

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[rude_not_ginger]

You all right, mate?

[twatular]

[Owen looks up and sort of... gives him a long look, like he's almost familiar, before nodding tersely and leaning back a bit, arms still on his knees. You'd think he's forgotten about the blood.]

Fabulous.

[rude_not_ginger]

Do you need a doctor?

[twatular]

[Apparently that's amusing! In a bitter, this-doctor-is-not-too-pleased-with-himself sort of way. He then looks down at the blood, then looks up.] Oh, this? I'm fine. [and he pauses]

Tell you what I do need, though: Captain Jack Harkness, know of any way of getting hold of 'im?

[rude_not_ginger]

You don't look fine.

[crosses his arms] Jack Harkness? Never heard of him.

[twatular]

[stands up, looking a bit frustrated. ... and ignoring that, thx, because he'll just keep denying it]

Jack Harkness. The one that hangs out around here. Are you absolutely sure, 'cos this is important.

[rude_not_ginger]

[unimpressed] End of the world yet again? Are you sure you don't need someone? I've got this mate, Dr. Jones...

[twatular]

[-- hold on] You know Martha?

[rude_not_ginger]

You know Martha?

[twatular]

Yes. She works for UNIT.

[rude_not_ginger]

And you work...[considers him] for Jack's Torchwood?

[twatular]

Oh, so now you do know Jack? [pause] Yes. Doctor Owen Harper. Medic. Who the hell're you?

[rude_not_ginger]

[obviously. Blimey, these Torchwood types...] Yes, I know Jack.

What's going on? What happened to you?

[twatular]

[Ten, stop frustrating the humans. He lets the name thing drop for now, because he's had his fair experience with enigmatic types and this is... well, important.] Nothing. If you know her, I need to talk to you. Something's happened to her.

[rude_not_ginger]

Her?

[beat] Martha?

What happened? [notes the blood, expression becomes panicked] What happened??

[twatular]

[calmly as possible]

... She was shot.