*was totally drawn out of her TARDIS by the ice cream truck's bells* *sees Romana and Ten and mentally facepalms* *dons her surliest expression and tries to duck back into her TARDIS unseen*
*stops, her hand on the door knob* *tenses when Ten shouts, mentally vowing to never eat ice cream again* *turns to them, looking dour and imperious and...altogether like she always does* *folds her arms* *dryly* Oh, I'm just dying to know.
Ten: *unaffected!* I bet you are. Can't you keep the Master entertained from now on? Isn't it YOUR turn to babysit? Cause god knows, we don't need me killing off Time Lords.
Romana: *raises an eyebrow at the Rani* You know, constantly looking sour is terrible for wrinkles. Mind you, I suppose it's a little late for that warning.
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Ten: *sees her* OI! I have a favor to ask you!
Romana: *sighs* Well done, Doctor.
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Romana: *raises an eyebrow at the Rani* You know, constantly looking sour is terrible for wrinkles. Mind you, I suppose it's a little late for that warning.
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