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got2haveasmith (got2haveasmith) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Covered in machinery innards, bouncing like a giddy schoolboy, grinning wider than the sun...this was definitely the Doctor. Sarah felt some of the tension she'd been carrying in her shoulders since she'd found herself here drain away at the realization that it was indeed him. No matter what happened now, she'd feel at least somewhat safe. The Doctor hadn't steered her wrong yet, and whatever this place was, she was sure they'd been in tighter spots together.

"No, no trouble at all," she replied, smiling at him. "Can't miss that great big thing," she said, nodding toward the Ferris wheel. She held out her hands to him, welcoming the hug she could see he was debating whether to give her. No matter how dangerous the situation, there was always a moment to greet a friend properly.

"What exactly are you doing, Doctor?" she asked, looking over the assortment of bolts he was amassing. "And what is this place? From the notes in that journal, it sounds like a rather elaborate trap. But who would go to all this trouble? And how do these journals even work? It's like your psychic paper." And just like that, Sarah Jane found herself sliding back into the role of assistant, of companion. It was a comfortable one, but one that didn't entirely suit anymore - she had her own team, after all, back home. But, for now, she was grateful for the familiarity. It helped her focus.