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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

The Doctor's expression fell a little as he realized Jack was completely correct that he wouldn't hit nearly the temperature he needed. He'd be able to solder on the small wires, sure, but the larger ones? Well, that would require something with a much higher heat concentration than his little spike that could would muster.

The doctor offered a cheeky grin to Jack's rendition of petulance. There was no question, having the Captain here was doing much to lift the Doctor's exhausted spirits.

"The screwdriver?" The Doctor thought of the components. He'd be able to find similar items - but, nothing quite the right size to be able to recreate his precious screwdriver. "Not exactly," he set down the spike and leaned against his palms on the would-be workbench's edge.

"I haven't been able to find a suitable speaker for generating the pulse. There was nothing suitable in the thrift shop, and so far nothing to be found here, either."

The Doctor's eyes were tired, which was saying something for the man who'd never stopped running about the Universe. Another siren went off, blaring for a few moments and making the Doctor squint. Taking off his glasses he took them off and set them aside, rubbing his eyes a moment. "Martha had said she planned on going about snooping, actually," he said with a grin. It was nice to think that was what she was off doing, snooping, and not part of one of this place's experiments.