Peachy keen. Oh, good one. Might borrow that! [ These two non-humans, just mimicking each other. He grins over his shoulder at her. ]
Peachy keen. And yes! Working on it. Too slow for my liking. I've been very direct about what's needed in my talks with all the money people. Someone suggested I try a more subtle approach to make progress. [ He's still not sure about that, though the idea has merit. It's not to say he's never been subtle in his life or doesn't understand the concept, he's just far more used to the opposite. Get straight to the point. There's no time to waste when people are suffering. But he does need help, he recognizes that. It can't be done alone. So, he'd definitely welcome a team. ] I could do with some help. After we sort this out. Top of my priority list. The group of us? Perfect team.
And one thing to know about me, I always have a plan. Well, most of the time. But you'll know when I don't, promise. This time, I absolutely do.
[ There's still a fair distance from the factory, though they're close enough for the Doctor to make out details about the building, the droids on guard. It gives them some safety, perched back here as they are. ]
I can see a long distance ahead. I'll watch how often the droids move about. Stay here a moment.
[ If she'll stay there, the Doctor will move just a few steps closer, crouching down, narrowing his eyes. He'd assume the droids stay for hours in one spot, being mechanical. They don't need to move about the way a human or humanoid guard would need to. But as he watches, it does appear to be timed. Rhythmic. Following a pattern, almost. That makes more sense; too long between moving about, and it would invite anyone to sneak in. Which they're about to. Depending on where Red is positioned, the Doctor turns again to speak to her. ]
Every five minutes. There are a few gaps we'll be able to take advantage of, if we move carefully. Create a diversion when we're close enough.
What have we got between us?
[ Reaching into his cavernous pockets, the Doctor begins to pull assorted things out: a few long strands of yarn, an autographed baseball, a pair of round reading glasses (which he quickly tucks back into his pocket), his sonic-less screwdriver, scissors, and a carrot. Everything gets dumped on the ground, except for the carrot, which he holds carefully, as though he'll plan to eat it at some point. ]
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Peachy keen. And yes! Working on it. Too slow for my liking. I've been very direct about what's needed in my talks with all the money people. Someone suggested I try a more subtle approach to make progress. [ He's still not sure about that, though the idea has merit. It's not to say he's never been subtle in his life or doesn't understand the concept, he's just far more used to the opposite. Get straight to the point. There's no time to waste when people are suffering. But he does need help, he recognizes that. It can't be done alone. So, he'd definitely welcome a team. ] I could do with some help. After we sort this out. Top of my priority list. The group of us? Perfect team.
And one thing to know about me, I always have a plan. Well, most of the time. But you'll know when I don't, promise. This time, I absolutely do.
[ There's still a fair distance from the factory, though they're close enough for the Doctor to make out details about the building, the droids on guard. It gives them some safety, perched back here as they are. ]
I can see a long distance ahead. I'll watch how often the droids move about. Stay here a moment.
[ If she'll stay there, the Doctor will move just a few steps closer, crouching down, narrowing his eyes. He'd assume the droids stay for hours in one spot, being mechanical. They don't need to move about the way a human or humanoid guard would need to. But as he watches, it does appear to be timed. Rhythmic. Following a pattern, almost. That makes more sense; too long between moving about, and it would invite anyone to sneak in. Which they're about to. Depending on where Red is positioned, the Doctor turns again to speak to her. ]
Every five minutes. There are a few gaps we'll be able to take advantage of, if we move carefully. Create a diversion when we're close enough.
What have we got between us?
[ Reaching into his cavernous pockets, the Doctor begins to pull assorted things out: a few long strands of yarn, an autographed baseball, a pair of round reading glasses (which he quickly tucks back into his pocket), his sonic-less screwdriver, scissors, and a carrot. Everything gets dumped on the ground, except for the carrot, which he holds carefully, as though he'll plan to eat it at some point. ]