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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

Donna wiggled out of the man's hold. "What do you mean, machine? Stop talking and-" Donna stopped, just before yelling 'run'. Everything around them was stopped. Just...stopped. "What-how-" she looked at Susan, yelping, "where did you get that giant sword? Are you bonkers? This crazy man-"

She turned back to the thing that had grabbed her, noting it's white hair- or was it a wig? It was askew, either way. She reached out and grabbed it, gasping as she took it off and found clockwork underneath. "Shu-shut it down. Just- don't destroy it, not yet. And can you give me a hand?" Well so much for her attempt at gainful employment. She'd have to take this back to her apartment and try to figure something out. "Can you make sure it doesn't turn back on?"