[To say that Daniel is out of his depth would be a gross understatement. This is a space station-- like, an actual space station-- and he's a car salesman, not Captain freakin' Kirk. Until the strange man approaches him, he sits on his ass in stunned, distantly horrified silence.
And then somebody's hands are on him.]
H-hey-- [Daniel recoils. The Doctor gets a good slap in before his reflexes kick in, and then he's jabbing a fist into the stranger's arm, and then another-- drum technique, he thinks frantically, scrambling backwards like a crab in a slightly wrinkled suit.]
Hey! Some personal space, please? I'm moving. [And so he is, grumbling and dusting himself off as he gets to his feet.]
1.0a #yolo
And then somebody's hands are on him.]
H-hey-- [Daniel recoils. The Doctor gets a good slap in before his reflexes kick in, and then he's jabbing a fist into the stranger's arm, and then another-- drum technique, he thinks frantically, scrambling backwards like a crab in a slightly wrinkled suit.]
Hey! Some personal space, please? I'm moving. [And so he is, grumbling and dusting himself off as he gets to his feet.]