And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

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Any other day, maybe, the Doctor might be wandering the ship, looking for something interesting to pull apart or poke his nose into. He still hasn't had a chance to inspect the brain of the ship, after all, and there's that great big city he'd like to explore as well...

But right now, he'd rather not. He's tired and annoyed, and any place he could wander, it wouldn't be far enough. So instead, the Doctor has sprawled on his back, halfway upside down, on one of the couches on the Obs Deck. It seemed as good a place as any to sit still for a while - maybe not the place to go if he wanted to be alone, but he'll take company over quiet just now.

He doesn't actually seem to be paying attention to anyone who might be in the room, though. Instead, he's playing with an unidentifiable bit of patched-together technology - it's got buttons and flashy lights and a little dish and there is absolutely no outward indication of what it actually does. It's... entirely possible it's not meant to do anything, at least at the moment; he just wanted something to do with his hands, though someone to talk to (or talk at) would undoubtedly be a better distraction.

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The Doctor can't help but notice someone staring at him - the back of his neck prickles, instinctively, and even if the man isn't looking anymore by the time the Doctor looks up, he can more or less guess who it was.

Not someone he recognises, even in passing. And judging by the look of him, one of those military types - this ship has plenty of those, after all. Wonderful. The Doctor eyes him for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the object in his hands. He's much more comfortable with technology than surly soldier types anyway.

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John certainly had the look of military about him even without the BDUs, and sidearm he was wearing. The facial scars were another dead give away.

Feeling his own neck hairs rise up John turned around. Seems the man was at least as vaguely curious about John as he was of him. "Is that thing meant to do something, or you are just killing time?"

He could understand working on building electronics even if they didn't work. it helped keep skills like soldering sharp.

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"Yes and no," the Doctor answers absently, glancing up to the man once more with a bit of a frown. "It does do something, just... not... here. Given that I'm apparently going to be here for a while, I'm going to have to find something else to do with this."

Pull it apart for its basic components, or alter it enough that it does something other than originally intended... He hasn't decided yet.

"It's not dangerous, if that's why you're asking."

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"I didn't think it looked dangerous. At least not to anyone here." If anything he thought it might be some sort of communications, or electronic warfare device. "Always good to know there's another person on board that can repurpose devices like that. Resupply isn't going to be very regular."

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"I wouldn't think so, no..." His tone's thoughtful - he hadn't actually considered the matter of resupply. It's not a problem he ever had to worry about with the TARDIS. "Then again, from what I understand, there's plenty of people on this ship clever enough to repurpose most things. And there is that great big cavern full of nothing but useful stuff..."

No, the Doctor's not planning to raid Possessions any time soon, but he's certainly not above it if, one day, he can't find something necessary elsewhere on the ship. It's always nice to have the option, anyway.

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"Except the ship frowns on us making use of it, and unless you have some way of making it feel otherwise I don't think that will change." John didn't care that those things belonged to people still in the pods. There was a war on, and the ship was withholding valuable resources. Who knew what sort of things they could find in there, or how useful they could be.

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"Well, have you tried talking to it? ...her?" He's actually not sure what the ship should be called, but 'her' is rarely a bad choice when it comes to ships - especially sentient ones. "Ask nicely, promise to put things back or find a replacement... Couldn't hurt, anyway."

Overly optimistic? Maybe, but he still thinks it would be worth a try.