A "rest period". Supposedly that was what it was. The Doctor didn't for one second think Sobek had suddenly grown a few bones of mercy in that parasite's body of his.
The Doctor looked like he'd seen better days, his hair limp with sweat as he caught his breath where he was restrained to the interrogation device. He cracked open his eyes as he caught the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside. Sobek, probably. And...someone else. Too light to sound like s/he was wearing that armor the Jaffa were so fond of stuffing themselves into! So, someone else. Either one of his worshippers or -- and this was probably the worst case scenario -- one of the crew, probably to soften him up so he'd be more talkative. The Doctor prepared himself to tell Sobek to turn right around and find something else, licking his lips and trying to work the dryness from his mouth.
So far he didn't think he'd revealed anything particularly world-shattering.
The Doctor's head lolled against the back of the device as he tried to see the archway. Today wouldn't be any different, he wanted to tell the God. Come back tomorrow, although tomorrow will be more of the same, so maybe you better get on with it. Whatever words he had died as Sobek entered, that crocodile's helmet swiveling toward him, and there was...
Ah. Awkward. The Master.
The Doctor suddenly felt like he was on the wrong foot here (not that he was on a foot, but anyway), blinking and trying to clear his head and shoot the Master one of those what're you planning now? looks.
Re: TIME SKIP
The Doctor looked like he'd seen better days, his hair limp with sweat as he caught his breath where he was restrained to the interrogation device. He cracked open his eyes as he caught the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside. Sobek, probably. And...someone else. Too light to sound like s/he was wearing that armor the Jaffa were so fond of stuffing themselves into! So, someone else. Either one of his worshippers or -- and this was probably the worst case scenario -- one of the crew, probably to soften him up so he'd be more talkative. The Doctor prepared himself to tell Sobek to turn right around and find something else, licking his lips and trying to work the dryness from his mouth.
So far he didn't think he'd revealed anything particularly world-shattering.
The Doctor's head lolled against the back of the device as he tried to see the archway. Today wouldn't be any different, he wanted to tell the God. Come back tomorrow, although tomorrow will be more of the same, so maybe you better get on with it. Whatever words he had died as Sobek entered, that crocodile's helmet swiveling toward him, and there was...
Ah. Awkward. The Master.
The Doctor suddenly felt like he was on the wrong foot here (not that he was on a foot, but anyway), blinking and trying to clear his head and shoot the Master one of those what're you planning now? looks.