His excitement did very little to ease Elizabeth, and watching him bounce around only made her more inclined to call for Booker than before. While she normally had little she’d be able to handle herself sufficiently, there was something undoubtedly alarming about The Doctor’s demeanour that certainly made her think twice. She frowned deeply as she watched him, shifting her weight slightly and trying hard to keep her thoughts focused on the topic at hand.
“Just about,” she said, eyeing him up and down as she did. “Some people seem to come from different points in time than their friends as well…”
Elizabeth trailed off, her gaze settle on his face for a moment. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something different about The Doctor, and the fact she couldn’t quite place what it was added to her tension. After a long pause, she at last shook her head and crossed her arms.
“I’m sorry-- exactly who are you? Not many people are so...enthusiastic about being trapped somewhere, not to mention have much knowledge concerning multiple realities,” she said. “Doctor is a title, not a name. So what are you a doctor of?”
The term doctor made her think of two things: medical professional, and psychopath. Normally it wasn’t too hard to place what category someone would fall into, but this man was so very different than anyone she’d ever encountered before.
Even talking to him now, she wasn’t entirely sure if she should perceive him as a threat or as an ally, and his erratic behaviour made her feel as though he didn’t fit into either one very well. If worst came to worst, then she was prepared to throw open a tear in the next room and make a run for it-- even if she ended up in the middle of the forest. The thought made her mouth twitch slightly, the uneasiness she felt written plainly on her face.