For all the sense his explanation made, she wasn't quite willing to completely discard the possibility. Wormholes were by their nature chaotic; it wasn't beyond one to warp space in strange ways. But for now she simply nodded, filing away the information for later use.
While he checked around for garments, the TARDIS wandered around his quarters, more curious at the design and technology than any personal touches. She could remember his flat from the island and how sparse it had been. She thought nothing of the austerity, lingering near the replicator when he moved away. Such a curious device.
"It has been so long since I was this way," she said, crouching down to see if she could remove any panelling to get to the replicator's innards. "I forget how atmosphere affects flesh. I do not forget how much I rather disliked having to wear garments." The ship smiled a little, slowly growing accustomed to this body, speech and movement. "Is the ship on auxiliary at the moment, or is the lighting usually this low?"
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While he checked around for garments, the TARDIS wandered around his quarters, more curious at the design and technology than any personal touches. She could remember his flat from the island and how sparse it had been. She thought nothing of the austerity, lingering near the replicator when he moved away. Such a curious device.
"It has been so long since I was this way," she said, crouching down to see if she could remove any panelling to get to the replicator's innards. "I forget how atmosphere affects flesh. I do not forget how much I rather disliked having to wear garments." The ship smiled a little, slowly growing accustomed to this body, speech and movement. "Is the ship on auxiliary at the moment, or is the lighting usually this low?"