Date: 2008-02-03 04:26 am (UTC)
markoftherani: (Mine is an evil laugh)
For a moment she's lost in thought, wondering if some kind of advanced neural stimulator or brain-pattern manipulator would produce the –ridiculous– effects that the Master is describing.

As if she hadn't enough to worry about with her half-wrecked TARDIS. Well, it's an additional motivator to get it and her lab repaired as soon as possible.

"What a shame for both of you." She folds her arms and sighs heavily. Accepting her fate for the time being, because clearly there is no other choice. "Very well. And I expect I shall see more of both of you once this entrance farce is finished, whether I like it or not."

And the fact is, there's some part of her, long-suppressed and mostly unacknowledged, that is actually quite pleased about that. Probably something to do with knowing that there's at least two of her kind there amid all this madness. At least two things that make sense, even when nothing else does. Even if she loathes them both with every fibre of her being.
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