“Of course I know what snow is,” the woman scoffed at his comment. Lifting herself to her feet to join him in standing, she glanced to the coat over her shoulders and looked to him a bit proudly. “I simply chose to enjoy it without proper attire.”
Of course, that was her excuse. She chose to wander about without proper attire because she lacked it. Unfortunately for her, the only thing that Idris had been wearing when House had placed the TARDIS’ matrix core within the frail body was the blue dress and the old fashioned boots she sported. Had she the many corridors of wardrobes at her disposal that she typically did being in ship form, she might have had a chance to appear normal in the given weather, but alas.
Besides, as a police box she would have no need for warmth. Weather had little to no effect on her in her proper form.
“When you needed her ‘help,’ you say? Is that how you ended up broken?” She raises her brow, taking a hold of his arm, carefully stepping in the snow. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t walked in it before; especially since she had traveled from the gate to the bench, she simply hadn’t taken the time to explore it. Listening to the crunch beneath her booted foot, she raised both brows high in curiosity, stepped again and smiled, deciding that snow was intriguing and therefore probably rather good. “Who broke you? What happened?”
After a moment, she felt herself narrowing her eyes. “Was it the Master, again?”
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Of course, that was her excuse. She chose to wander about without proper attire because she lacked it. Unfortunately for her, the only thing that Idris had been wearing when House had placed the TARDIS’ matrix core within the frail body was the blue dress and the old fashioned boots she sported. Had she the many corridors of wardrobes at her disposal that she typically did being in ship form, she might have had a chance to appear normal in the given weather, but alas.
Besides, as a police box she would have no need for warmth. Weather had little to no effect on her in her proper form.
“When you needed her ‘help,’ you say? Is that how you ended up broken?” She raises her brow, taking a hold of his arm, carefully stepping in the snow. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t walked in it before; especially since she had traveled from the gate to the bench, she simply hadn’t taken the time to explore it. Listening to the crunch beneath her booted foot, she raised both brows high in curiosity, stepped again and smiled, deciding that snow was intriguing and therefore probably rather good. “Who broke you? What happened?”
After a moment, she felt herself narrowing her eyes. “Was it the Master, again?”