There is only one Time Lord left. Her Time Lord, her Raggedy Man, her absent friend and her one way off this boat, if he'll ever deign to show up.
She may be testing him, but only because she isn't used to other people recognizing things to do with the Doctor. Can't be too careful, and can't be too hopeful, even though she knows the second he narrows his eyes at her that this is different. He's different.
He knows.
Jack's words send her to her feet, eyes wide and bright, and red locks whipping around her face like small tornadoes. She doesn't want to smile, to hint at anything like familiarity, but it's hard not to do when someone's just plucked her heart straight out of her chest.
"Maybe," she breathes, wary as ever. "Who's asking?"
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She may be testing him, but only because she isn't used to other people recognizing things to do with the Doctor. Can't be too careful, and can't be too hopeful, even though she knows the second he narrows his eyes at her that this is different. He's different.
He knows.
Jack's words send her to her feet, eyes wide and bright, and red locks whipping around her face like small tornadoes. She doesn't want to smile, to hint at anything like familiarity, but it's hard not to do when someone's just plucked her heart straight out of her chest.
"Maybe," she breathes, wary as ever. "Who's asking?"