[She wonders what's going on in that head of his sometimes. She knows him well enough now to know when his smiles are forced on, but now isn't the time to force him to talk about what he's thinking. ]
It'll have to wait. Same as -
[There's a pause as she gasps, right as Viveca's message about their mission plays in her head. She's adjusted rather quickly to the earpieces she thinks, but this still startling. Her eyes widen as her fingers press against her ear, and she looks over to the Doctor as if to ask he's hearing the same thing.
By the time the message ends, she can't tell if she's exciting or apprehensive about what's to come.]
Looks like we've got our first chance at finding an orb.
Ooh — not sure whether I like that or not. It's surprising. Very surprising.
[ The Doctor lifts his hands to tap at his ears, at the little communications device that's been plugged into them for convenience. Very efficient for getting a hold of someone, of course, and for surfing the station's web (and their version of Twitter over the network) but this — yes, this will take just a little bit of getting used to.
He meets Clara's eyes but there's a delighted gleam in his, at least. Whatever dark thought he might have had just before the interruption appears to be gone now. It's just the Doctor being his usual excitable self once more. ]
But you're right. That was quick, wasn't it? I wonder what these orbs look like. Big glowy things, do you think?
[Her cheeks puff up as she has no idea how to answer that. She holds her breath, gesturing with her hands to make a big circular shape. Guessing that an orb could be about that big, she glances up at him with a questioning look. Slowly exhaling, she ends her guessing with a casual shrug of her shoulders.]
It's an orb. We'll know it when we see it. We're the Doctor and Clara Oswald, professional orb hunters.
[She's confident in that much, at least. So she puts on her best reckless smirk, and holds both hands up toward him. If he presses his palms to hers, she'll lace their fingers together and press back against him, laughing in the process. It's like a high five with hand holding included.]
Professional Orb Hunters, oh — yes, I do like the sound of that.
[ The Doctor watches Clara make an orb-like shape with her hands, and then considers how he has absolutely no idea what these orbs look like or what they do or how they're supposed to help, and the sheer amount of unknowns here is both frustrating — but a little exciting too. Used to knowing just about everything and having a plan (while also not having a plan), this is all new.
New can be good too; he's just not sure if this is the kind of new he wants to wager when his regret is so ... universe-alteringly important.
He's grinning when he catches on to what Clara's got her hands up for, and obediently places his palms against hers, a match for a match. He allows himself a moment to be so relieved that she's here, that while he could manage all of this on his own, he's rather glad that he isn't. ]
You and me, Clara. We're going to have an adventure.
[She presses against his hands, leaning in until their foreheads and the tips of their noses touch. She's incredibly grateful to have him here, to be going into this as a team. They've been through so much together that she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather have with her.
Her eyes close as she takes in a few breaths, mentally preparing herself for the adventure ahead. Once she feels ready she pulls back, grinning.]
We best not keep anyone waiting, then. Don't want to make a bad first impression.
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It'll have to wait. Same as -
[There's a pause as she gasps, right as Viveca's message about their mission plays in her head. She's adjusted rather quickly to the earpieces she thinks, but this still startling. Her eyes widen as her fingers press against her ear, and she looks over to the Doctor as if to ask he's hearing the same thing.
By the time the message ends, she can't tell if she's exciting or apprehensive about what's to come.]
Looks like we've got our first chance at finding an orb.
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[ The Doctor lifts his hands to tap at his ears, at the little communications device that's been plugged into them for convenience. Very efficient for getting a hold of someone, of course, and for surfing the station's web (and their version of Twitter over the network) but this — yes, this will take just a little bit of getting used to.
He meets Clara's eyes but there's a delighted gleam in his, at least. Whatever dark thought he might have had just before the interruption appears to be gone now. It's just the Doctor being his usual excitable self once more. ]
But you're right. That was quick, wasn't it? I wonder what these orbs look like. Big glowy things, do you think?
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It's an orb. We'll know it when we see it. We're the Doctor and Clara Oswald, professional orb hunters.
[She's confident in that much, at least. So she puts on her best reckless smirk, and holds both hands up toward him. If he presses his palms to hers, she'll lace their fingers together and press back against him, laughing in the process. It's like a high five with hand holding included.]
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[ The Doctor watches Clara make an orb-like shape with her hands, and then considers how he has absolutely no idea what these orbs look like or what they do or how they're supposed to help, and the sheer amount of unknowns here is both frustrating — but a little exciting too. Used to knowing just about everything and having a plan (while also not having a plan), this is all new.
New can be good too; he's just not sure if this is the kind of new he wants to wager when his regret is so ... universe-alteringly important.
He's grinning when he catches on to what Clara's got her hands up for, and obediently places his palms against hers, a match for a match. He allows himself a moment to be so relieved that she's here, that while he could manage all of this on his own, he's rather glad that he isn't. ]
You and me, Clara. We're going to have an adventure.
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Her eyes close as she takes in a few breaths, mentally preparing herself for the adventure ahead. Once she feels ready she pulls back, grinning.]
We best not keep anyone waiting, then. Don't want to make a bad first impression.