There's a hand on her chest. A moment of pure out and out serenity while she tries to find where her hearts were trying to go in all of that, besides obviously out of her rib cage. A dozen and some odd lifetimes between here and eternity, you think she'd be less excitable. Blame it on the little gold motes that are slipping out of her on occasion. Someone's in the middle of getting their feet back under them.
"And I prefer--Oh, nevermind." She breathes. Up and at 'em, then. The woman's picking herself up and dusting herself off. A notion that her coat seems more amused at than anything else, but it's the thoughts that count.
"Ahrem. A pleasure, Ammy!~ Don't go looking too chuffed with yourself, your face will stick that way. I'm--Well, no sense being coy. I'm the Doctor, well met."
There is Still A Dog!
There's a hand on her chest. A moment of pure out and out serenity while she tries to find where her hearts were trying to go in all of that, besides obviously out of her rib cage. A dozen and some odd lifetimes between here and eternity, you think she'd be less excitable. Blame it on the little gold motes that are slipping out of her on occasion. Someone's in the middle of getting their feet back under them.
"And I prefer--Oh, nevermind." She breathes. Up and at 'em, then. The woman's picking herself up and dusting herself off. A notion that her coat seems more amused at than anything else, but it's the thoughts that count.
"Ahrem. A pleasure, Ammy!~ Don't go looking too chuffed with yourself, your face will stick that way. I'm--Well, no sense being coy. I'm the Doctor, well met."