August 11th, 2005

tank girl

Exile 04: Appraisal

AppraisalWolf sat on the bench, kicking her legs and listening to the swish of fabric on fabric. The Doctor had shown her the TARDIS' wardrobe and she'd ferreted out a t-shirt and jeans. She was fascinated with the cut and feel of the garments and ran her fingers over the denim drill, enjoying the tactility of the weave.

She looked up at the Doctor, watching as he fiddled with monitors and scanners and things that made beeping noises. "This medical check isn't going to involve some kind of dodgy surgery, is it?"

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