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Martha Jones (properdoctor) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Watching him approch squinted. From what she could tell, he wasn't wearing any shoes, had on sleep like pants, and had probably just rolled out of bed. For now, Martha was going to have to assume he was a civilian, and a friend. She let her stick drop slightly.

"Anders, glad to meet you." She said, tilting her head slightly to look at him. His height would be useful in a fight-if he knew how to use it. She peered around him, but didn't see anything.

Her brain started pounding against her skull, she closed her eyes and willed it away. Something about all this, the running the fear, the fog-it was utterly fimilar. Like she'd done it before.

"I don't suppose you know where we are do you Anders?" She asked, looking around. Something was tugging at her gut, she frowned and looked around again. "I, I think there's more people here." She frowned. "But I can't be sure."