[Martha wasn't on shift yet, so she actually did mean shortly. Her steps were quick when she found her way to the Rani's room, pleased to see that her inmate was ready to say something other than 'go away'. Truth be told, Martha had been getting rather worried about this, and about how quiet the Rani had been. If there hadn't been some sort of action soon, Martha probably would have broken down the door (well, asked the Admiral to open it) and tried to get her to talk.
She wasn't going to return the Rani's computer fully yet, cause she didn't want to reward the bad behavior, but she carried it with her, thinking she'd let her have it for a little bit. Martha knocked gently on the door with her foot, juggling the computer.]
The Rani opened the door, when Martha knocked, and her eyebrows went up noticeably at the sight of the computer. She betrayed little further reaction, however, and stepped aside to admit her warden. "Martha Jones."
Her room was not a mess, exactly-she never let anything achieve the status of mess. But there were a lot of stacks of paper, neatly organised according to some private scheme, densely covered in Gallifreyan writing. The papers constituted something that was part diary, part scientific brain-dump (in places, transcriptions from memory of old temporal and biochemical theorems and equations), and part stir-craziness.
There was also an unfolded cloth napkin on the desk, on which lay the heel of a loaf of bread and a piece of cheese.
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Very well.
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She wasn't going to return the Rani's computer fully yet, cause she didn't want to reward the bad behavior, but she carried it with her, thinking she'd let her have it for a little bit. Martha knocked gently on the door with her foot, juggling the computer.]
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Her room was not a mess, exactly-she never let anything achieve the status of mess. But there were a lot of stacks of paper, neatly organised according to some private scheme, densely covered in Gallifreyan writing. The papers constituted something that was part diary, part scientific brain-dump (in places, transcriptions from memory of old temporal and biochemical theorems and equations), and part stir-craziness.
There was also an unfolded cloth napkin on the desk, on which lay the heel of a loaf of bread and a piece of cheese.
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