realize yourself; dr. martha (labcoats) wrote in rooms,
[The suspense was well-played. The empty hotel was, despite her enthusiasm, a little creepy. She half expected either Daleks or Weeping Angels to poke their heads out of any corner. Thankfully, this guy didn't look like a Dalek or a Weeping Angel, but he could have been one of those bizarre Dalek-Human hybrids. Or he could just be a human. Or anything else.]
Fair enough, which is why I appreciate when they come out of the shadows to say hello. [Instead of hiding in the shadows to try to kill her. You know.] Am I that obvious? [She grinned and offered him a hand.] Dr. Martha Jones. You're not new?