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While it's always great to meet new people, there is someone very, very specific that Jamie has an interest in finding. Having failed to find this particular person through exploration (and winding up nearly getting shot in the process), he's retreated to the obs deck to try a different approach.

After some tentative prodding of one of the fleshy meat-chairs, he has gingerly settled into it and is using his Omnicom for the first time. He's not the fastest of typists by any stretch of the imagination, and there's a great deal of backspacing and grumbling going on as he composes the message. However, he wants the practice, so typing it is instead of using the voice recognition software. With any luck, his plan will work. It's not like it's really /that/ complex of a plan: type in a message and figure out how to send it. Trust in the fact the person he's trying to reach is nosy by nature and hope for the best.

He's also talking to himself, very quietly. "C'mon, Doctor. I know ye like poking around these type of things." A little extra prompting can't hurt, even if the only ones who can hear it at the moment are Jamie and the chair.

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This Doctor hadn't tried too much running yet, but it had been quite a while since there had been a Doctor who couldn't run, and this one was no exception from those nine others before him. He hurried through the ship, straight to the place one Jamie McCrimmon claimed to be.

By the time he got there he was only jogging, but still just slightly out of breath. Not too bad, considering. It had taken him a while, but he got there in the end.

And there sat the Scot.

"Jamie!" he exclaimed happily, arms spreading wide for a hug before he had to put his hands on his knees to steady his breathing. "Hold on, one moment."

With a great, heaving breath he stood straighter again, opened his arms again. "Jamie!" he tried again, before adding "Definitely better the second time."

Jamie had been trying very hard not to stare at the entrance to the Obs deck while he was waiting. If anyone else happened to wander in, it would be a bit odd to explain. So he's alternately fiddling with the Omnicom or staring out at the stars streaking by.

It happens to be the latter when the Doctor comes jogging in, and at the sound of his name Jamie's head whips around. There's a large smile on his face that fades quickly as he sees that it's someone unfamiliar. Still...the person obviously recognizes him, and on a ship full of strangers, that's no small feat.

"Doctor?" He's not certain that it is him - not at all. But he needs to know.

The Doctor's face nearly falls when Jamie doesn't recognize him, but then he remembers that he still hasn't made it practice to explain about the regeneration thing the minute people move into the TARDIS, and that even if he had it wouldn't be retroactive and with all the time mucking that's going on here, well, anyway he's smiling all over again.

"Nah, it's me," he explains, moving closer than all the way across the room. "Little bit of a new look, but it's refreshing, yeah?"

Jamie is still looking rather suspiciously at the Doctor, but as the Time Lord moves closer, there's...something there. It's the eyes, mostly. There's always been something about the Doctor's eyes that mark him as different. And Jamie's spent enough time with his Doctor to recognize it in this newer, younger Doctor.

"Doctor!" Jamie practically leaps out of his chair and closes the gap between the two. There was a hug being offered earlier, and Jamie fully intends on delivering. He attempts to sweep the Doctor up in a enthusiastic bearhug, the heck with what anyone thinks.

"There we go!" the Doctor exclaims, seeing the recognition in Jamie's face and wrapping his arms around his old friend. It's unbelievably good to see him again, so unbelievably good, and so the Doctor accepts, receives, and reciprocates the bearhug eagerly. "Have you shrunk or have I grown? I think I'm taller."

It's a non-sequitor, but a safe one until the Doctor figures out when Jamie's from, until he adjusts to seeing Jamie again, amazing!, and it has the added benefit of being true. He'd definitely shrunk from the last version, but there were definitely a couple of inches to be had over Two.

Jamie is - not surprisingly - just as happy to see the Doctor, even if he's not the same as what he remembers. It's still the /Doctor/, and that makes being trapped on a meatship a lot easier to bear.

Despite it's original attempt at being a non sequitur, Jamie chooses to treat the height question seriously, so he breaks the hug and takes a moment to look the Doctor over - even going so far as to measure the both of them with his hand while trying to decide.

"I've not shrunk, I don't think. So I'd say you've grown." That, of course, brings up a whole lot of other questions, all of which are threatening to spill out all at once.

The one that makes it is, "But...how? Ye look so.../different/."

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