The Rani strode up the front walk, glancing over her surroundings with a mixture of mild interest and faint disdain. The place appeared to be crawling with blue police boxes
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"That would be me. And you must be the female Time Lord." Owen looked her up and down with an unapologetic smirk, as though confirming it for himself. Yep, definitely female.
"Harper, Dr. Owen Harper, at your service." He quipped as he held out his hand, though he wasn't sure if Gallifreyans on the whole were Bond fans. Perhaps not, but still, he could never resist introducing himself that way for some reason. Usually made it clear he wasn't the stuffy, pole-up-the-arse sort of doctor.
"Ah. One hopes you've a licence to heal, not kill," she shot back as she gripped his hand and gave it a firm, confident shake. The Rani wasn't up on much of this planet's culture, but she'd seen a Bond film or two at the behest of others.
When she'd first regenerated, and it had become apparent that this time, she was rather statuesque and easy on the eyes, it had been maddening. But she soon grasped how to use that to her advantage... and furthermore, sometimes it was a pleasureable diversion. So rather than be offended or put off by the very frank once over she was getting from Dr Harper, the Rani merely arched a perfectly-sculpted eyebrow, and gave back as good as she got.
"Pleasure to meet you, Dr Harper. I'm called the Rani. I understand you had questions about my physiology?"
"Both, actually." Owen replied, his smirk deepening a fraction. He beckoned for her to move further into his makeshift office/clinic, and presented her with the one and only seat in the small space.
"The Rani. That's an interesting name. Do all of you take names that start with 'The'? The Doctor, The Master, The Rani, The Limping Git. And so on?" He leaned against the examination table and regarded her with interest, both professional and personal. However, his manner had become become a bit less flirtatious and more focused on the task at hand.
"I appreciate you coming in. I did have some questions about Gallifreyan physiology. And you lot to seem to be a secretive bunch on the whole. Not that I blame you, but it can make things difficult in a medical emergency -- Should one arise." The last part he'd tacked on, trying not to sound like he was expecting to have to patch people up any time soon.
"Thank you, Dr Harper," the Rani said as she lowered herself into the chair. She crossed one long leg over the other, and leaned back a bit, hooking one elbow over the back of the chair and meeting Owen's gaze squarely. "Or may I address you as Owen?" She eyed him again speculatively. "I do hope sometime you'll indulge me in an explanation of how it is you come to have both
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"Harper, Dr. Owen Harper, at your service." He quipped as he held out his hand, though he wasn't sure if Gallifreyans on the whole were Bond fans. Perhaps not, but still, he could never resist introducing himself that way for some reason. Usually made it clear he wasn't the stuffy, pole-up-the-arse sort of doctor.
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When she'd first regenerated, and it had become apparent that this time, she was rather statuesque and easy on the eyes, it had been maddening. But she soon grasped how to use that to her advantage... and furthermore, sometimes it was a pleasureable diversion. So rather than be offended or put off by the very frank once over she was getting from Dr Harper, the Rani merely arched a perfectly-sculpted eyebrow, and gave back as good as she got.
"Pleasure to meet you, Dr Harper. I'm called the Rani. I understand you had questions about my physiology?"
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"The Rani. That's an interesting name. Do all of you take names that start with 'The'? The Doctor, The Master, The Rani, The Limping Git. And so on?" He leaned against the examination table and regarded her with interest, both professional and personal. However, his manner had become become a bit less flirtatious and more focused on the task at hand.
"I appreciate you coming in. I did have some questions about Gallifreyan physiology. And you lot to seem to be a secretive bunch on the whole. Not that I blame you, but it can make things difficult in a medical emergency -- Should one arise." The last part he'd tacked on, trying not to sound like he was expecting to have to patch people up any time soon.
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