"He is a Time Lord. Gallifreyan." Illyria replies, in answer to Connor's question. "You would call him alien, I suppose, if such things matter."
Alien, extra-dimensional. Demon wasn't even a word she'd have ever applied to herself. Nor had goddess been, originally. So caught up in names and details, humans were.
To the Doctor, with a small questioning head-tilt: "There is an infirmary, is there not? With some sort of appropriate tools for the task?"
She'd never been in there, herself, but she'd wandered past it once, and it was likely still here if the ship hadn't decided to rearrange itself as it was fond of doing.
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Date: 2006-11-08 05:24 am (UTC)Alien, extra-dimensional. Demon wasn't even a word she'd have ever applied to herself. Nor had goddess been, originally. So caught up in names and details, humans were.
To the Doctor, with a small questioning head-tilt: "There is an infirmary, is there not? With some sort of appropriate tools for the task?"
She'd never been in there, herself, but she'd wandered past it once, and it was likely still here if the ship hadn't decided to rearrange itself as it was fond of doing.