He watches her reactions carefully, and she's surprised, yes, but she isn't fazed by the fact that he's just offered her Champagne and asked her to waltz on an invisible surface hovering above bombed-out London. She's clearly not of this time, but she seems to know perfectly well where and when she is... and even so, she's wearing the flag of the beseiged nation below them emblazoned across her chest - pretty brazen, definitely intriguing, not like any Time Agent he's encountered before.
Then all hell breaks loose, and half her stories turn out to be fabricated, and she apparently shows more poise under pressure than even he does; not only that, but she's got the strange and brilliant man she travels with wrapped around her little finger and doesn't even seem to realize; and he's loved a lot of people in his life, but as he watches her twirl around the console room in an exuberant Lindy Hop, damned if he hasn't already grown to love her, too.
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on 2010-01-11 11:40 pm (UTC)Then all hell breaks loose, and half her stories turn out to be fabricated, and she apparently shows more poise under pressure than even he does; not only that, but she's got the strange and brilliant man she travels with wrapped around her little finger and doesn't even seem to realize; and he's loved a lot of people in his life, but as he watches her twirl around the console room in an exuberant Lindy Hop, damned if he hasn't already grown to love her, too.