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[the TARDIS appears on the Plane following this conversation with Dietrich, hoping to find a way to counteract whatever it is he's done to her and warn the Doctor. she's pacing around near the beach that Ten.One brought a while back, stopping every now and again to see if anyone's around, then going back to pacing, working out elaborate equations under her breath just to keep focused]

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[there's definitely something in her eyes, but her voice is sharp] Do not dare assume to order me.

[blinks; he's not used to that tone, so he only looks more worried] Did something happen? Back home?

No. And even if it had, I'd not tell you.

Why not? Something's wrong. You know I'll do my best to help.

Help? [laughs in his face] All you do is break things, Doctor. It is all you have ever done.

[definitely surprised and a bit hurt from that] You should know better than anyone that's not the case. Just...sit down and tell me what happened. Please.

[she's screaming internally for him to ignore her, to not listen, but her voice is still lyrical and cruel] I know you best, Doctor. And it sickens me that I do, you worthless fool. I have no desire to tell you anything.

[a little too stunned to register this] Old girl, honestly, why are you so mad at me? I can't think of anything that should have happened... It's not Zagreus again, is it? I don't feel any anti-time but...

Did it occur to you that I am thinking clearly for the first time in centuries? The Master is right about you, Doctor. You are far too thick.

Well now I know you aren't thinking clearly. You'd never say the Master's right. Never.

I am thinking more clearly now than I ever have before. A pity it took me so long to realise what a useless fop you were. All those years, wasted.

[mildly] Did the Master do this? Can't imagine how, really... rearranging your telepathic connections?

He has done nothing to me, you simpering git. How many times must I tell you I am fine?

[slips his sonic screwdriver out of his jacket, flicking it on] I'm sorry, old girl. But I've got to find out what's wrong.

[shies away from him, anxious] Why do you never listen?

Because I know something is wrong with you. And I don't know who or what did this to you but they will regret it.

I do not require nor desire your assistance in anything, Doctor. I would rather wither away than you touch me.

[raises an eyebrow, then pulls her into a tight hug] I'm so sorry for whatever is wrong with you.

[flails, shoving hard against him and digging in her nails] Release me!

[holds onto her, even through that] You know, you gave me a speech once about friendship. During torture, even. There was also that horrible ship pun but that wasn't supposed to be part of the torture, I think. Point is, you said friends stand together and help each other.

I am not your friend! [claws and bites at him, raging, though her eyes are pleading with him to make it all stop] I would watch you burn first, as you burned my kind! As you burned your own!

[that hurts, landing enough of a blow to weaken him into letting her go] No, you wouldn't. That isn't true. You know it isn't.

[shoves away from him] Do not presume to tell me what is and is not true about my own mind.

[shakes his head] Tell me what happened. Or else I'm going to find out.

Nothing happened, Doctor. [sniffs] And even if it had, how do you suppose you might find anything out? With that ridiculous little screwdriver of yours?