If the Doctor was bothering to try to read her mind, he probably would've smiled. Infectious? He'd just say she's coming around, because that dumbwaiter did have some cheek in it. Lucky for her he doesn't make it a habit to invite himself into people like that, the Doctor turning at her comment and tilting his head.
If a dumbwaiter could wilt, Eva's comment just about does it. That was one crash landing it hadn't quite planned.
"Quiet," the Doctor repeats after Eva. He pulls a face and makes a move to sweep his floppy hair out of his eyes. "I was going to say 'dull', but let's go with quiet. I don't understand why it's like this. It's so...so...so quiet."
He says the word like it's disgusting. Quiet and restful and so dull it makes his eyes want to cross, that's how annoyingly quiet it is! Eva has a way of summing up the situation in her particularly human way. In this case, she's entirely right, the Doctor wandering a few feet away from her and looking lost as he turns on the spot, listening for that jukebox he tossed in here to start playing "Heartbreak Hotel". Nothing. Not even the trees rustling in that breeze he used to like. Just their own voices, only carrying so far before they simply stop. It's soul-suckingly dull. He has to blink to focus, trying to work past what has to be a Leadsworth level of peaceful and it's one of those times he's glad he has a human to help him through this. The Doctor peers around suspiciously but the fact is nothing so far is coming screaming for their blood or using his second favorite chair as revenge, like that library, so there's really nothing to do about it but keep moving on.
"We'll head north," the Doctor says, after licking his finger and waving it around like a divining rod. "You like north? North's a lovely direction. Oh yes, here -- "
The Doctor fishes around in his pockets, shoving his arm right up to the elbow and blindly groping around until he comes up with an "ah-ha!" and what looks...oddly enough like a perfectly normal torch. Considering the cups and the horrid, tacky handkerchiefs he gave Eva some time earlier, it's so normal it looks weird all over again. He tries flicking it on and off a few times before he passes it to Eva with a smile.
You killed me at the dictionary part. Well played.
If a dumbwaiter could wilt, Eva's comment just about does it. That was one crash landing it hadn't quite planned.
"Quiet," the Doctor repeats after Eva. He pulls a face and makes a move to sweep his floppy hair out of his eyes. "I was going to say 'dull', but let's go with quiet. I don't understand why it's like this. It's so...so...so quiet."
He says the word like it's disgusting. Quiet and restful and so dull it makes his eyes want to cross, that's how annoyingly quiet it is! Eva has a way of summing up the situation in her particularly human way. In this case, she's entirely right, the Doctor wandering a few feet away from her and looking lost as he turns on the spot, listening for that jukebox he tossed in here to start playing "Heartbreak Hotel". Nothing. Not even the trees rustling in that breeze he used to like. Just their own voices, only carrying so far before they simply stop. It's soul-suckingly dull. He has to blink to focus, trying to work past what has to be a Leadsworth level of peaceful and it's one of those times he's glad he has a human to help him through this. The Doctor peers around suspiciously but the fact is nothing so far is coming screaming for their blood or using his second favorite chair as revenge, like that library, so there's really nothing to do about it but keep moving on.
"We'll head north," the Doctor says, after licking his finger and waving it around like a divining rod. "You like north? North's a lovely direction. Oh yes, here -- "
The Doctor fishes around in his pockets, shoving his arm right up to the elbow and blindly groping around until he comes up with an "ah-ha!" and what looks...oddly enough like a perfectly normal torch. Considering the cups and the horrid, tacky handkerchiefs he gave Eva some time earlier, it's so normal it looks weird all over again. He tries flicking it on and off a few times before he passes it to Eva with a smile.
"Ready?"