Well, it's all simple really. Just a bit of chemistry. Like baking! Or cooking, really, only this doesn't look like it'd be very tasty.
[ Probably more gluey and sticky, and possibly it might taste like ... ham. ]
Right. [ He inspects the list of contents, looks for the bits in between detailed notes that look like instructions, and tries his best to explain it in a way that isn't his usual Doctor flair.
He's trying, Gwen. He really is. ] We've got all these ingredients in the labs, I should think. Otherwise this Tony Stark might have expected you to find them elsewhere. The supply drops, perhaps? We can check.
We'll also need — yes. An actuator. I think we could get one up and running. That'll allow the ingredients to move about as they heat. I suspect it's so the fluid remains a fluid.
[ The Doctor grins, now actually a little fascinated by what might come of this recipe. Fully invested in seeing this through, he nods. ]
Brilliant.
[ And now he straightens, pivoting on a foot in a half-circle to look beyond their table and at the collection of items they've got on store. He gestures to the cabinets and shelves and then back at the list in-hand. ]
Right, so you'll find most of these things along those shelves there. I'll look for an actuator — or something actuator-y, or bits that I can make one out of. Oh! It'll be like baking a rather untasty cake. It'll be fun.
Other Doctor? [ He scrunches his nose. Because while maybe technically correct in some sense, it is also wholly wrong (!!).
He does give it some thought though, because he gives everything thought, and he's moving across the lab now to search for an actuator so he's just a little bit distracted. He wonders if Newt's used one at any point — perhaps he'll check. ] Suppose there are different ways I can answer that question. No, the Doctor's my name and you really wouldn't want me handling any sort of humany operation; I'm not human you see. But I can stitch up a wound if I must. Surface stuff.
And I am the Doctor, just the one, also the same as the Doctor with the cross eyebrows if that's who you mean. You see, we're the same person! Just a different face. Timey-wimey, and all that.
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here's me talking out my ass
[ Probably more gluey and sticky, and possibly it might taste like ... ham. ]
Right. [ He inspects the list of contents, looks for the bits in between detailed notes that look like instructions, and tries his best to explain it in a way that isn't his usual Doctor flair.
He's trying, Gwen. He really is. ] We've got all these ingredients in the labs, I should think. Otherwise this Tony Stark might have expected you to find them elsewhere. The supply drops, perhaps? We can check.
We'll also need — yes. An actuator. I think we could get one up and running. That'll allow the ingredients to move about as they heat. I suspect it's so the fluid remains a fluid.
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Full disclosure, I understood roughly half of that?
〈 which averages higher than her usual understanding so, really, this is off to a great start. 〉
But let's do it. I'll handle the shopping list.
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Brilliant.
[ And now he straightens, pivoting on a foot in a half-circle to look beyond their table and at the collection of items they've got on store. He gestures to the cabinets and shelves and then back at the list in-hand. ]
Right, so you'll find most of these things along those shelves there. I'll look for an actuator — or something actuator-y, or bits that I can make one out of. Oh! It'll be like baking a rather untasty cake. It'll be fun.
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wait— 〉
Question. 〈 yes, she is raising her hand. 〉 You wouldn't happen to be the Other Doctor, would you?
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He does give it some thought though, because he gives everything thought, and he's moving across the lab now to search for an actuator so he's just a little bit distracted. He wonders if Newt's used one at any point — perhaps he'll check. ] Suppose there are different ways I can answer that question. No, the Doctor's my name and you really wouldn't want me handling any sort of humany operation; I'm not human you see. But I can stitch up a wound if I must. Surface stuff.
And I am the Doctor, just the one, also the same as the Doctor with the cross eyebrows if that's who you mean. You see, we're the same person! Just a different face. Timey-wimey, and all that.
[ Are you getting all that, Gwen? ]
sticks a pretty finishing bow on this thread
〈 and questioning absolutely none of that, off she goes to get all the ingredients to their possibly-tasting-of-ham not-ham. 〉