[Screw This Witty Banter // Here Come Ninjas]
[Disdain builds into utter loathing in her face as the Doctor wraps up his neat little recap. The rumbling sets off the red-alerts in her brain, and she rubs at her neck as if nervous at being caught out, taking the opportunity to mutter into her personal comm in an arcane dialect of Arabic] "Ubu, to the holding chamber immediately. Kill on sight."*
[Straightening, addressing the Doctor once more] Oh, I'm afraid I can't let you just waltz into my father's private chambers uninvited - a matter of decorum. You disappoint me, Doctor. [Another tap on her comm alerts her back-up squad in the halls to get their butts in here and attack] For a being of such apparent wisdom, you lack the vision that drives and sustains my father. I would prefer to spare him the disillusionment of meeting you.
*((Strikes can only be translated by those what would be equipped to do so - so Doctor and maybe Jaime?))