With Junior at his side, he felt all very safe and secure and even if he didn't, he certainly wasn't going to show it. He didn't miss a beat.
"That's right. My assistant and I are going to inspect this and I suppose, well...you two! You both look like you could use an inspection. In fact," the Doctor was doing one of those horrid little winging-it things. Good thing Daniel wasn't in the room. "My assistant here can handle your individual inspections. I'll pop on ahead and get the rest out of the way, you know how time schedules are."
He flapped his hand at the two guards. He was hoping Junior wasn't going to be one of those excessively violent fellas like some of the people talking back at the hotel, before it decided to blow itself up. The Doctor liked to think he was a decent judge of character...but he'd been known to be wrong. Sometimes. Occasionally. Right, yeah. Back to the task at hand. The Doctor turned toward Junior, making a show of giving him detailed instructions as he reached into his pocket and handed the psychic paper to him.
"Just wave that around if they start asking questions. It's what I do," the Doctor said in a low voice out of range of the guards, oozing confidence. He slipped the paper to Junior. It was small, slipped into a beat-up black wallet.
Daniel-mun said we can skip her!
With Junior at his side, he felt all very safe and secure and even if he didn't, he certainly wasn't going to show it. He didn't miss a beat.
"That's right. My assistant and I are going to inspect this and I suppose, well...you two! You both look like you could use an inspection. In fact," the Doctor was doing one of those horrid little winging-it things. Good thing Daniel wasn't in the room. "My assistant here can handle your individual inspections. I'll pop on ahead and get the rest out of the way, you know how time schedules are."
He flapped his hand at the two guards. He was hoping Junior wasn't going to be one of those excessively violent fellas like some of the people talking back at the hotel, before it decided to blow itself up. The Doctor liked to think he was a decent judge of character...but he'd been known to be wrong. Sometimes. Occasionally. Right, yeah. Back to the task at hand. The Doctor turned toward Junior, making a show of giving him detailed instructions as he reached into his pocket and handed the psychic paper to him.
"Just wave that around if they start asking questions. It's what I do," the Doctor said in a low voice out of range of the guards, oozing confidence. He slipped the paper to Junior. It was small, slipped into a beat-up black wallet.