The Doctor gropes around for Eva's voice, following the sounds of her movements in the dark as best he can and it's only a matter of time before he fumbles into her. Or, rather, she fumbles into him, because unfortunately even his fumbles aren't very...good right now. Nasty little gun. Hideously ugly and hideously effective.
He licks his dry lips, not entirely sure how long he's been unconscious, reaching out to try to touch Eva as she squeezes his shoulder. Hours? Minutes? Enough time to drag Eva in her state over into this cell, he thinks, the Doctor blinking up and catching her silhouette leaning over him. Bits and pieces of what happened in the throne room are all starting to come back, first a trickle, then a flood, and then it sinks in. The Master trying his best to betray him. The disappointment, centuries old and festering in his chest. And now Eva Salazar. The Doctor wheezes quietly as he studies her shadow, frowning and running his hand down her arm to her wrist, feeling that pulse of hers, his fingers drifting then her palms as if making sure this is the same woman he knows.
She is. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised. She's human, though, and that says volumes.
The Doctor closes his eyes, trying to work the dryness from his mouth. Somehow it's comforting to have someone in the dark with him. It's different than the searing white of the Pandorica.
"Right, thought it was you." Disappointed in her yes, but he doesn't blame her. Not exactly a big sign saying EVIL ALIEN PARASITE HERE - DO NOT TOUCH, so he can't fault her. He gives her hand a pat as he tries to sit up again, trying to sound brisk. "So, options. Plans. We need a Plan or Plans, plural."
Daniel wasn't going to free himself and he certainly wasn't going to do it if they're stuck in the cells. The Doctor tries to project all the confidence and overconfidence he can possibly muster, shaking the hair out of his eyes and quite possibly neglecting to tell Eva that this could take time. Weeks. Maybe months.
Re: Jailhouse Blues: Eva and Eleven
He licks his dry lips, not entirely sure how long he's been unconscious, reaching out to try to touch Eva as she squeezes his shoulder. Hours? Minutes? Enough time to drag Eva in her state over into this cell, he thinks, the Doctor blinking up and catching her silhouette leaning over him. Bits and pieces of what happened in the throne room are all starting to come back, first a trickle, then a flood, and then it sinks in. The Master trying his best to betray him. The disappointment, centuries old and festering in his chest. And now Eva Salazar. The Doctor wheezes quietly as he studies her shadow, frowning and running his hand down her arm to her wrist, feeling that pulse of hers, his fingers drifting then her palms as if making sure this is the same woman he knows.
She is. Maybe he shouldn't be surprised. She's human, though, and that says volumes.
The Doctor closes his eyes, trying to work the dryness from his mouth. Somehow it's comforting to have someone in the dark with him. It's different than the searing white of the Pandorica.
"Right, thought it was you." Disappointed in her yes, but he doesn't blame her. Not exactly a big sign saying EVIL ALIEN PARASITE HERE - DO NOT TOUCH, so he can't fault her. He gives her hand a pat as he tries to sit up again, trying to sound brisk. "So, options. Plans. We need a Plan or Plans, plural."
Daniel wasn't going to free himself and he certainly wasn't going to do it if they're stuck in the cells. The Doctor tries to project all the confidence and overconfidence he can possibly muster, shaking the hair out of his eyes and quite possibly neglecting to tell Eva that this could take time. Weeks. Maybe months.