The ebb and flow of crew members coming in and out of the station is about as routine as waking up to brush your teeth. The Doctor tries to make a concentrated effort to scope out the new arrivals, but at some point, it becomes a big, blobby blur where he (purposefully) doesnβt keep track anymore. He is already too occupied with a million thoughts whirling inside his head. All while skirting down the halls to the next thing on this station to keep him busy.
As the Doctor walks down the hall, he keeps his stern blue eyes looking onto the next wing where the labs are located. He needs to consult with his previous iteration about something innocuous but, in his head, it is about as important as doing maintenance on the TARDIS. The Doctor continues walking down until he hears the booming, charismatic voice of a certain captain. A captain who the Doctor has not seen for quite a while.
He stops in place. A slight grin furling on his face.
The Doctor turns around while his hand adjusts the cuff of his navy jacket.
"Never struck took you as the type to ask questions first. Is this a new routine for you?"
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As the Doctor walks down the hall, he keeps his stern blue eyes looking onto the next wing where the labs are located. He needs to consult with his previous iteration about something innocuous but, in his head, it is about as important as doing maintenance on the TARDIS. The Doctor continues walking down until he hears the booming, charismatic voice of a certain captain. A captain who the Doctor has not seen for quite a while.
He stops in place. A slight grin furling on his face.
The Doctor turns around while his hand adjusts the cuff of his navy jacket.
"Never struck took you as the type to ask questions first. Is this a new routine for you?"