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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

"I- I can't tell you that either, partially because I'm not sure myself. But I know it was your choice, in the end. He was a bit hesitant about letting me join up, because- y'know, it got complicated between the two of you, what with you..." she trailed off. "Right, just gonna keep my fat mouth shut, then." Oh, this was complicated. "Yeah, Rose. He's told me about her- misses her quite a bit, from what I can catch. Still. Nothing to be done, right? Really don't see what either of you saw in him- he's too skinny for words, and he's an alien."

"He's welcome to try. I don't doubt he'll do his best, but either way, I want him on my side." And where I can see him. Spaceman's like to get himself into all kinds of trouble, without someone watching him.

"Oi! Nothing wrong with typing- or are you one of those doctors who knows nothing about the office of their hospital? How do you think everything get's kept in order, then? No need to get high and mighty with me, Martha." Donna frowned, turning away. "Even if you could type, it wouldn't be a good job. I'm sorry, not much I can do about 1964. Doesn't mean it has to be maid's work- we'll do what we can."