"Keep it," the Doctor waves the poetry book away. "So! Right then, prison. Jail thing. I like to think they're interchangeable."
He finally looks away from Eva, gazing up at the bars, almost like he's looking for any weak points or particularly friendly rats -- odds are he's had far more experience than is healthy getting tossed into prisons and then somehow, impossibly, finding ways out of them. There's probably a story and a few fibs in there plus some healthy embellishments. The Doctor's eyes travel down the bars, the light of the brig casting his face in sharp shadows.
"How?"
The question's sudden. He wants to believe the best of Eva -- in fact, he thinks he knows she's one of the better humans - but everyone can make mistakes. Bad judgments. Things they'll regret. Still, the Doctor would rather know than be left in the dark and part of that is probably that need to know that's driven him to take up, say, knitting, repair, and evasive maneuvers in vacuum, among other things.
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He finally looks away from Eva, gazing up at the bars, almost like he's looking for any weak points or particularly friendly rats -- odds are he's had far more experience than is healthy getting tossed into prisons and then somehow, impossibly, finding ways out of them. There's probably a story and a few fibs in there plus some healthy embellishments. The Doctor's eyes travel down the bars, the light of the brig casting his face in sharp shadows.
"How?"
The question's sudden. He wants to believe the best of Eva -- in fact, he thinks he knows she's one of the better humans - but everyone can make mistakes. Bad judgments. Things they'll regret. Still, the Doctor would rather know than be left in the dark and part of that is probably that need to know that's driven him to take up, say, knitting, repair, and evasive maneuvers in vacuum, among other things.