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[have a scathing look, Doctor] I cannot 'wander,' as you well know. And I've never been to the Cheetah Planet. Wasn't that the world where the Master died in your Seventh?

That's the one. Sounds like you're on it. Savannah-ish leaning towards desert? May or may not be exploding in some areas?

That...yes. That is it exactly. That does not explain why I am here and you are not. I can deal without the annoying Charlotte, but you, Doctor...I dislike being around these Cheetah People. Especially the one who kept nuzzling me earlier.

[snorts] Erm, sorry, 's not funny, really, just... I took a nap earlier and now I'm not on the planet I was, either. It's a bit deserty, actually. Has these nifty sandships, though! And there's this lovely fruit I tried earlier and no one seemed to mind that I took it and- [coughs] Right, uhm, hm, this could be the Master's doing, then?

[narrows her eyes] Do you honestly believe this is something he's capable of? If so, he will regret leaving me with his...pets. But sandships? Made by what race?

[pauses, then shakes his head] Nah, not quite his style, I think. Complicated enough, though. Be careful with them. At least they think you're the Master, so you've got some leeway. They shouldn't treat you badly.

[and then beams] I dunno yet! I ask what race and they say, "Well I'm not a Beastman, now am I?" Seems to be a bit primitive here, though.

I don't intend on needing to be careful around them, Doctor. I do intend on giving the Master a rather...surprising...welcoming party when he returns and I'm allowed back with you.

Beastman? How very strange. The world is hospitable, though?

I suppose that's his loss, then. As long as you're not in danger, all right? [worrywart over his TARDIS, yes]

I haven't seen any yet myself, but I only wandering around the docks for a bit. It isn't too bad. Seems like a nice enough place. I overheard someone mentioning a cult, though. I'll have to look into that.

I'll be fine, Doctor. You need not worry about me.

[frowns at the thought of him looking into a cult, though] You must be careful. I know you enjoy running into trouble, but you do not have me there to protect you when it gets bad. [moves a little closer to him] What type of cult was it?

All right, old girl.

[smiles] Nah, I'll be fine, trust me. [puffs out his cheeks and exhales] Weeeell, apparently it's not quite a cult. Or at least there's rumours that it's one.

[smiles brightly and strokes his cheek affectionately]

And you wish to discover whether or not the rumours are true?

[grins] Well, I should see for myself, shouldn't I?

[rolls her eyes] Would you listen if I told you otherwise?

Probably not, no.

Do you at least have someone you can take with you? I am not...comfortable...with the idea of you going into danger alone, Doctor. Especially when I am unable to offer even a modicum of assistance.

[scratches his head] I could look around for a companion. Usually they crop up in time for these sorts of adventures.

[makes a face at the idea of yet another companion for her Doctor] One you will hopefully leave behind for once, this time? As much as I disliked Grace, at least she had the intelligence to leave you and I alone after that little...debacle on Earth.

Well, I imagine I'll have to leave them here. Dunno how I could bring them. But aw, I still think Grace would have liked traveling.

I don't. [crosses her arms] You just wanted her with you because she was a good snog. The only other thing she managed to do well was destroy the fabric of time and space, or did you forget that part?

[awkward!] Well...regardless of her snogging abilities, she wasn't horrible. Anyway! We got Charley.

You say that as though it were a good thing, Doctor.

[pouts slightly] She's not the worst, is she?

That depends on which criteria you're judging by. For what it's worth, she hasn't killed me, yet, or drilled holes into my console, so she has that going for her. She's not the brightest companion you've had, however.

[snorts and says mildly] Really dislike her, don't you, old girl? [let it be known he didn't say this meanly]

Don't you, after all she's done to us? After what she made you do?