[Suddenly, there's a hand reaching over, plucking that piece of paper Edriss had been scrawling names on up and off her desk with practiced ease. Centuries of sleight of hand have their pay-offs, after all.
The Doctor's standing there, leaning against the wall and reading over the names, his face eerily hardened over, eyes dark and almost expressionless. He looks... older. Tired.
But more than that, he looks angry.]
Add Washu and Amy Pond to the list.
[He's handing the paper back, then, walking over to the computer on the desk and pulling out his sonic, pointing it at the screen and, well, office security systems really aren't what they used to be.
Sorry, Edriss. He needs access to the company's employee files.]
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The Doctor's standing there, leaning against the wall and reading over the names, his face eerily hardened over, eyes dark and almost expressionless. He looks... older. Tired.
But more than that, he looks angry.]
Add Washu and Amy Pond to the list.
[He's handing the paper back, then, walking over to the computer on the desk and pulling out his sonic, pointing it at the screen and, well, office security systems really aren't what they used to be.
Sorry, Edriss. He needs access to the company's employee files.]