claire winchester is not your typical superhero (![]() ![]() |
If asked, Claire wouldn't be able to honestly say that she'd tried all that hard to change his mind. She supposed she should feel a little bad about that, and maybe someday she would, but in the heat of the moment she really saw no reason to even try to change his mind. She knew, instinctively, she wouldn't succeed. Elle possibly could. The Doctor too, more than likely. And if she could access her PDA, she might be able to ask either of them for some help on the matter. But she couldn't, and she frankly didn't know the Master well enough to have the first clue what to say to stop him. And that was assuming he was lying when he said there wasn't anything she could say. If he was telling the truth, she was beaten before she'd even begun.
So rather than launch into some huge diatribe that would get her nowhere and would really just be a waste of her energy, she simply sighed softly then fixed him with a stern look. "You are not," she said in a flat, no nonsense tone that just dared him to disagree with her, "leaving the store with it."
Pausing for a split second, she turned on her heel and moved to the front door. Flipping the sign around so it read 'CLOSED', she took a deep breath. Then she locked the door, turned back to the Master, and nodded toward the counter. "The DVD player is back there. The remote's beside it," she stated flatly. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
She knew she could also have let him use her office, but the TV hanging from the ceiling in the store was going to have to do. What she was doing was insane enough without adding 'and then I sat in a small room, with the Master, and watched The End of Time' to the list.