/Little soon for a proper presentation,/ Mara thought in a mild panic as her back made various crunchy-carrot noises. and she blinked at the Doctor and Rose. "Um," she said, as the Doctor knelt down and started interpreting bits of it right away.
/Well, crap, at least it has his attention./
When he asked his question, she smoothed her hair back self-consciously, leaving several colorful streaks. "I didn't see them anywhere," she said in a tiny voice.
They were waiting for more. She blinked, looked at the painting like it held an explanation, and then said softly, "I don't see with eyes or hear with ears or learn these things from books. I didn't look at a photo album. I d-don't even know what any of it means or who these people are, mostly. I'm just the messenger. As...as usual." She started gathering up her things, leaving the painting behind.
"Yes, but who was the message from?" the Doctor asked gently.
She shouldered her bag and started limping for the hallway, hoping she'd at least get a chance at another shower and an hour's nap before they had to go. She paused and looked the Doctor in the eyes for a moment. "A friend of yours, who doesn't have a voice of her own these days," she said simply. Then she turned to go.
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[Mara] The Messenger (tag Doctor/Rose, open)
Date: 2006-04-20 11:44 pm (UTC)/Well, crap, at least it has his attention./
When he asked his question, she smoothed her hair back self-consciously, leaving several colorful streaks. "I didn't see them anywhere," she said in a tiny voice.
They were waiting for more. She blinked, looked at the painting like it held an explanation, and then said softly, "I don't see with eyes or hear with ears or learn these things from books. I didn't look at a photo album. I d-don't even know what any of it means or who these people are, mostly. I'm just the messenger. As...as usual." She started gathering up her things, leaving the painting behind.
"Yes, but who was the message from?" the Doctor asked gently.
She shouldered her bag and started limping for the hallway, hoping she'd at least get a chance at another shower and an hour's nap before they had to go. She paused and looked the Doctor in the eyes for a moment. "A friend of yours, who doesn't have a voice of her own these days," she said simply. Then she turned to go.