I'm not admitting to anything! [ But before he disappears from sight, that smirk on his face that can't be entirely concealed is a dead giveaway. Yes, in fact, he does love it.
Lucky for them the magic cloaks them from the undead, but as Clara so astutely noted, they haven't a single idea whether or not it will hide them from the Huntress. So, they're both safer than they were a moment ago and...perhaps in more danger than they could imagine.
They should have a plan, an escape route, a clever way out of this if it all goes sideways. The Doctor always has a plan, after all, even if that's simply, keep going and sometimes, run. ]
Pity I left my water balloons back at the lighthouse, those would work a treat. [ Balloons again. He misses those. Ah, but probably not the time — right, important business here, the Huntress and her small army. ]
Tackle, yell loudly, run as fast as you can. Not a chat, though, I'd avoid that. Not the conversationalist, this one.
[ He softens, more serious now. ] Stick close and we'll be fine. It's just another Tuesday.
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Lucky for them the magic cloaks them from the undead, but as Clara so astutely noted, they haven't a single idea whether or not it will hide them from the Huntress. So, they're both safer than they were a moment ago and...perhaps in more danger than they could imagine.
They should have a plan, an escape route, a clever way out of this if it all goes sideways. The Doctor always has a plan, after all, even if that's simply, keep going and sometimes, run. ]
Pity I left my water balloons back at the lighthouse, those would work a treat. [ Balloons again. He misses those. Ah, but probably not the time — right, important business here, the Huntress and her small army. ]
Tackle, yell loudly, run as fast as you can. Not a chat, though, I'd avoid that. Not the conversationalist, this one.
[ He softens, more serious now. ] Stick close and we'll be fine. It's just another Tuesday.