While you stare at your boots, and the words float out like holograms

[i_have_my_flaws]

((closed to Starbuck and the Doctor. Takes place a while after Una and Starbuck's night of drunken revelry. Also after the Rani's arrival.))Sador had been gone all day. Which wouldn't have been anything special except for the fact that she hadn't come in to get lunch. Which meant that someone had probably fed her horrible park food. Starbuck was

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[a_lonely_god]

“Oh hello,” the Doctor said, looking vaguely surprised to see her, and then glanced down at Sador. “So this is home then? Nice. Bit… grey. But nice.” And back up to Starbuck. “You wouldn’t believe the things your dog gets up to.”

[i_have_my_flaws]

"Yeah, I would," she told him matter-of-factly, tossing the ball in his direction without much thought as to the speed of it. This was only the second chance she'd had to properly size him up.

Which was rather unfortunate for him. Though he didn't know it yet.

"So, you been trailing her all day, or what?"

[a_lonely_god]

The Doctor caught the ball with an “oof,” chest curving forward slightly around it and one knee coming up. It looked a little silly.

“Yep. We had a grand old time; investigated the castle moat,” he pointed to the cuffs of his trousers, which were dark with water, “got fed snacks by a couple people, took a nap in the sun, climbed up inside the back ways of the Rocky Mountain Railroad, avoided some other people, found loads of interesting smells… chased some ducks too, but she was sort-of halfhearted about it.” He cocked his head. “There’s something… off about those ducks.”

He looked down at the ball in his hands. Turned it over, studying it.

[i_have_my_flaws]

He was like a bendy rag doll or something. Starbuck couldn't really see the appeal, but then, she tend to like guys who were a little... sturdier.

For the day's accounted activities, she could do little more than raise an eyebrow and try not to laugh. She half-expected a kid to come back trailing the dog one day, but a grown man - a grown, 900 year old alien man - was not really something she'd been ready for.

"The ducks have all sorts of conspiracy theories attached to them," she said, holding out her hands to get him to toss the ball back. "Ask anyone around here."

Terse? No, she wasn't being terse. Not exactly.