if you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor- for donna_human_no

[poeticnpedantic]

This Donna Noble, the Doctor had decided, was a harpy; vile-tempered, hot-headed, and decidedly intemperate.  Not to mention the sheer cheek of the girl!   The gall not only to criticise his sartorial sense but to mock his indisputably elegant way with words, and completely discount the wisdom he had to share about the universe.

... He could see why

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[donna_human_no]

Donna's eyes dart about the TARDIS curiously. It looked much the same on the outside, but this is... different.

"It's smaller," she remarks, finally, ignoring the Doctor quite completely.

[poeticnpedantic]

Given the frequency with which the Doctor hears the TARDIS greeted with an awestruck 'It's bigger on the inside!', that is, perhaps, the last comment he expects to hear, and he gapes for a moment at her. 'Smaller than what?' he finally sputter, indignant. 'She's dimensionally transcendental! Her interior is infinitely large, what do you mean "it's smaller"?'

The smug hand on the console turns into something more comforting. Ignore her, old girl, she doesn't know what she's talking about.

[donna_human_no]

"Just smaller than I'm used to, is all," she says this completely casually, shrugging her shoulders with an indifference that is not at all feigned. She walks over to the console and peers down at the controls.

"He'd been teaching me how to fly her, you know. Under a ridiculous amount of supervision, but still."

She reaches down to pat the console, a fond gesture honed on a ship that doesn't exist. Not yet.

"This is all different, though."

[poeticnpedantic]

Ah, the desktop theme, she must be talking about. He is, perhaps, a touch quick off the mark to leap to the defence of his ship, but there's nothing wrong with that. She's a beautiful, unique vessel, as everyone who travels in her ought to know.

... As Donna seems to know, as she's learning to fly the TARDIS?

Companions of his have learned some of the basics of piloting the ship in the past- Nyssa and Adric both had a fair grasp on it, but neither of them were human, and both had a far better grasp of high mathematics than someone from the 21st Century would have. He eyes her in much the same way he might a particularly intriguing equation or experiment.

'Is he indeed? And what has he- have I taught you?'