What is it you call me? Sexy. (

She focused a bit more on the orangey girl. "Ginger, he calls it. Ginger, but still orange. Jealous, you know." She giggled a bit. "Never gets to be ginger himself, my thief."

She tilted her head oddly, like the motion of a bird. "You don't recognize me? I'm right there!" She pointed again at the police box doors. I'mmmmmm....." Her face flickered into abrupt confusion, frustration. "Oh, what does he call me? You should know, he's always picking up strays. We travel. I go" Her lips parted, but the sound of the Tardis engines came through her lips instead of any kind of speech.

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