The rain is cold on her skin, raising goosebumps Sexy didn't realize she could have. The excess of cloth keeps her relatively warm, but too long out here and she could see why humans got so uncomfortable about the weather. Sexy makes it to the end of the alleyway, squinting out into the empty street, the rain heavier without the cover the the buildings beside her. She leans against the wall for a moment, steadying her equilibrium as she decides what to do. Find the Doctor, of course, but where were they? When were they? She couldn't remember landing, couldn't remember anything that had just happened...
Mildly troubled, half-distracted by the rain on her skin (the sky is blue, so blue, raining heavily even though the clouds don't seem to be the right kind, isn't that strange?), looking for someone, anyone to ask her multitude of questions (and heaven help the poor soul she comes across first).
Sexy's not sure how far she wanders (probably not very far at all), wobbling as she does but quickly steadying, remembering how to operate her human vessel. Thank god she's not in heels, those deathtraps peoples across the universe seemed to like on their women, for whatever reason.
But as she turns the next corner at the end of the block, Sexy stutters in her tracks. There's a pair of legs, just barely sticking out from the alleyway with a pair of trainers that make her heart jump to her throat (can human hearts really do that? Certainly feels like it), but no, that couldn't be.
Still...there are so many things that couldn't be that are...she has to check. Sexy approaches the alleyway carefully, peeking around the corner as an unobtrusive pair of eyes, surrounded by wet, flyaway curls.
The look on the Doctor's face is...indescribable. Sexy can't even process the fact that it's very wrong for her to be here with him - this version of him, anyway - because there's something in her soul that calls out to her, something that demands she step forward, into the mouth of the alley, and take care of her Timelord.
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Date: 2018-11-09 09:24 pm (UTC)Mildly troubled, half-distracted by the rain on her skin (the sky is blue, so blue, raining heavily even though the clouds don't seem to be the right kind, isn't that strange?), looking for someone, anyone to ask her multitude of questions (and heaven help the poor soul she comes across first).
Sexy's not sure how far she wanders (probably not very far at all), wobbling as she does but quickly steadying, remembering how to operate her human vessel. Thank god she's not in heels, those deathtraps peoples across the universe seemed to like on their women, for whatever reason.
But as she turns the next corner at the end of the block, Sexy stutters in her tracks. There's a pair of legs, just barely sticking out from the alleyway with a pair of trainers that make her heart jump to her throat (can human hearts really do that? Certainly feels like it), but no, that couldn't be.
Still...there are so many things that couldn't be that are...she has to check. Sexy approaches the alleyway carefully, peeking around the corner as an unobtrusive pair of eyes, surrounded by wet, flyaway curls.
The look on the Doctor's face is...indescribable. Sexy can't even process the fact that it's very wrong for her to be here with him - this version of him, anyway - because there's something in her soul that calls out to her, something that demands she step forward, into the mouth of the alley, and take care of her Timelord.