Riding down a transport tube to the hangar to presumably stop Allenby from what she had been discussing doing on the network, Shoutarou is having a moral dilemma, about whether to stop the girl, or join her.

Time to phone a friend, in a sense.

He'd been staring at the Double Driver for several moments, and now he finally puts it on. "Philip... Have you been watching the network?"

In this world there were givers and there were takers.

The helpful, and the help themselves.

Jinx was for the time being one of the latter. Though the coarse of her short few years of life before the Earth was destroyed she had spent most of it firmly in the mindset of taking care of herself first. Up until recently that mindset had done pretty well by her.

But here she was now, adrift in space both literally and metaphorically speaking. She had worked all her young life for respect, perfecting her body, training her abilities. Scheming and plotting into the wee hours of the morning some days and what had that gotten her?

A backhand from a selfish woman she had looked up to.

Jinx had taken a few days to adjust to the sudden change in surroundings, hunkering down in a few areas, learning what she could. Now was the time for exploration. The ship had things she could use, information she wanted, skills she could learn, and who knew what other treasures she could stumble upon. She just had to find them.

“Hello? I was told that this—

“… Oh, God.”

It was big. Mind-bogglingly big. Maybe even bigger than the TARDIS, at least it felt that way. But after the initial shock of the podpop routine, Martha found herself strangely bored. A giant spaceship traveling to save the universe and every dimension in-between and it felt as mundane as walking down the street. Where was that adventure she had when she went with the Doctor? Even alien streets seemed amazing and alive. Maybe it had just been him. What a jerk. But exploration now kept her busy, and the thing that instantly drew her was the idea of a Medbay. So here she was.

“Right, then, anyone here? Anyone at all?"

Her voice echoed through the cavernous room, solidifying the fact that she was currently alone. She frowned but continued forward, if no one else would help her she would just help herself. That's how she was. She wandered over to the nearest bed, examining the alien tools around it.

“… You probably don’t have a manual, do you? No, that would be simple. Nothing to do but dive in.”

She picked up the nearest device and began examining it. She was going to be a pro here, a sudden determination filled her. She couldn’t save her world, but she could do something now that mattered.

Intense light and heat spilled out of a portal from the mazes, and as it faded, Aqua emerged, an angry look on her face. Some distance behind her were Tenaya, Devlin (encased in a protective layer of stone), and Ren in Rider form. Tenaya's visor and Ren's helmet hid their expressions well, but Devlin was practically gaping at the Keyblade Master.

"Okay," Tenaya said. "Not ticking you off anytime soon."

Managing to calm down after the Mega Flare spell, Aqua dispelled her Keyblade. "At least we're out now."

The implications of Victoria being awake haven't sunk in for Jamie yet. Right now, he's much more worried about getting her away from the strangeness of the meet and greet and to somewhere familiar. Familiar, in this case, means the TARDIS, so he walks with her through Stacy's pulsating hallways, heading toward the Hangar and the time machine they both call home. He knows that it's not something that'll change things much - but even just seeing her awake has triggered some of those old feelings he has towards her, and he wants her to be somewhere where she can be comfortable. Well, as comfortable as she's likely to be, given the situation.

Once they reach the hangar, he feels a little more at ease. The TARDIS isn't far now, and he finds himself slowing a little, thinking it'll give Victoria a chance to look around more, if she truly wants. However, he's also thinking that she would like to at least get something other than the plantsuit before they do any exploring, so he doesn't really come to a complete stop until they reach the doors of the time machine.

He reaches into the collar of his shirt, pulling out the chain that he's placed the TARDIS key on, and deftly unlocks the door. Before he pushes it open, however, he warns, "Now, look, Victoria, I've got to warn ye...the Doctor's gone and changed the inside of the TARDIS a wee bit, so it'll not look like what you're expecting."

((OOC: after this.))

The night was cool without being cold, and for the moment, Harriet was dressed simply, rather than the fancy attire she had been wearing earlier. A simple device on either side of her temple seemed to keep the holographic display from activating, leaving the brand a scar.

She had swept the area, careful to avoid stepping into a trap. It wouldn't be the first time someone had acted sympathetic in order to lure them in. It likely would not be the last, caution would only be rewarded. Guy should be proud of her, she hoped, at least. She had done this mostly on her own with a little help from Edith to keep her safe.

So Harriet waited, quiet and out of sight, keeping watch on the roof.