It wasn't long before the Doctor searched through the crowd and found Rory Pond. Wait, no -- Rory Williams. Right. Unmarried himself and took a hop back in time while he was at it. Leadsworth-y human. Dad material. Rory in a nutshell.
Rory was so gifted at giving out an aura of normal that it wasn't terribly difficult to pick him out from the rest of the crowd. The Doctor slid and shimmied his way past shoulders and elbows and people generally determined to mill right where he needed to go, giving a final squeeze through two people until he had a clear shot at Rory. The human was sitting down, sandwich untouched, notes spread out before him. He'd gotten a good idea of the situation just from the crew's conversations on the omnicomms and unfortunately, this was one of those things where it was much more common in the galaxy than he personally would've liked. Look at the Sontarons! Essentially a clone army, told from day one to fight and die just because they were afraid a good war might pass them by if they didn't. Nasty habit of conquering other planets for the "good fight", whatever that was.
It wasn't what the Doctor would've liked to show Rory but in a way, he needed to know. The universe wasn't just all the fun trips popping into the 1920's or showing his friends what body-surfing contests looked like on other planets. There were ugly complicated sides too. The Doctor plopped himself without asking across from Rory, reaching out to pull some of the notes to him so he could have a look.
"Hi," he said, in the biggest understatement of the century.
Re: General Mingling
Rory was so gifted at giving out an aura of normal that it wasn't terribly difficult to pick him out from the rest of the crowd. The Doctor slid and shimmied his way past shoulders and elbows and people generally determined to mill right where he needed to go, giving a final squeeze through two people until he had a clear shot at Rory. The human was sitting down, sandwich untouched, notes spread out before him. He'd gotten a good idea of the situation just from the crew's conversations on the omnicomms and unfortunately, this was one of those things where it was much more common in the galaxy than he personally would've liked. Look at the Sontarons! Essentially a clone army, told from day one to fight and die just because they were afraid a good war might pass them by if they didn't. Nasty habit of conquering other planets for the "good fight", whatever that was.
It wasn't what the Doctor would've liked to show Rory but in a way, he needed to know. The universe wasn't just all the fun trips popping into the 1920's or showing his friends what body-surfing contests looked like on other planets. There were ugly complicated sides too. The Doctor plopped himself without asking across from Rory, reaching out to pull some of the notes to him so he could have a look.
"Hi," he said, in the biggest understatement of the century.