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The Tenth Doctor (lonely_god) wrote in silverage,

The Doctor had one of the floor grates flipped open and was down below meddling with the wires and circuits, trying to find a way to make it easier for the TARDIS to function and travel within the bounds of their current prison. He was grateful that his ship could still manage to move at all, but he would be a poor pilot if he left her in the state she was in without even trying to improve things for her.

He was so absorbed in his work that Amy's arrival caught him by surprise. Startled, he went to stand up and ended up banging his head against the grates as he head. "Hello-ow!" he exclaimed, quickly ducking away from the offending grate and raising a hand to rub at the sore spot on his skull. He winced and hissed a bit of air through his teeth as he muttered, "Really have got to start paying more attention when I'm down there."

Then, in true Doctor fashion, he completely switched gears and vaulted up out of the work area with a smile, as though he'd never banged his head in the first place.

"I see your key works. Good. Excellent. Won't have to cut you a new one then. Sorry about our last meeting. I wasn't exactly at my best. Amy, wasn't it? I'm the Doctor. Obviously. Lovely to see you." Except of course that it wasn't. He was rather deeply uncomfortable with the idea of getting to know this woman who knew the next him, the him he had fought so hard to avoid becoming. Still, she had as much right to stay in the TARDIS as Donna and Martha and Rose and be made to feel welcome there, didn't she? So he pushed his own feelings aside, just for now, and did his best to be personable.