[006]

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies arrives lying on the ground somewhere in the middle of the Plane. she's breathing hard, looking rather horrified and a little pale. she quickly sits up, looking down at herself in apparent confusion. then she starts to pat herself down, as though checking for injuries] All right... No gunshot. Fine now, then. Sure.

[taking a deep breath, she pulls herself to her feet, still looking completely frazzled. after a moment's thought, she takes hold of the ID badge that hangs around her neck. pulling it out, she briskly runs the edge of it along the back of one her hands, creating a small cut. she winces but watches with apparent interest as the cut bleeds red] And not dead. [she breathes a sigh of relief] First thing that's gone right all day... [she replaces her ID card before looking around, her expression uncharacteristically uncertain. she still looks pale and out of breath, and she clearly has no idea what to do now] Maybe this is payback for pissing off Ray.

[ooc: Menzies is in the middle of major trouble back home! See my OOC post for details.]

Comments

[bit_impossible]

Well, I highly doubt he gain knowledge of how to take down the Earth's defences with just one detective, but yes. It could inspire him to aim higher and higher until he reaches someone in other organisations that could be very, very bad.

[raises an eyebrow] Who are you thinking of, anyway?

[grip_on_reality]

[sharply] You do know that he's in Manchester right now, and what he's seen from me probably can do a fair job of showing him how to cause all sorts of trouble there?

[she shakes her head. it depends on who she can find--and who would be willing. not to mention who she's willing to ask, considering how dangerous the situation is] Ah, I'll let you know when I've talked to 'em. We'll meet you later, 'round this spot.

[bit_impossible]

[makes an non-committal type of noise as he answers] In Manchester, yes, but that doesn't speak for the entire United Kingdom or even the Earth, does it?

[ah, he had a feeling he wouldn't get a straight answer from her] But you will be asking others, right?

[grip_on_reality]

So, what, you don't mind if he has Manchester, then? [her tone is sharp. don't argue scale with her, Doctor. she knows the Earth is probably safe for now, but that doesn't mean the situation isn't still dangerous--for more than just her]

No, I just said I would for the hell of it. [sorry, but you were asking for that sarcasm]

[on the bright side, the headache is fading by now--which is good considering she can't go looking for friends on the Plane if she stays where she is on the ground] Give me a hand up, would you?

[bit_impossible]

[his face darkens] Ohhhh, I do mind, Patricia. I mind that he has a single person, and I mind it even more that he has a friend.

[his expression softens despite her sarcasm] Easy does it. [helps her up probably more than she wants]

[grip_on_reality]

[it's bizarre--to say the least--to be discussing her own rescue. but she's not willing to count herself out of helping yet] Then we'd better do something about that.

[she really is okay, but protesting about his excessive help doesn't seem worth it. instead, once she's on her feet and sure she's steady, she pulls away] I'll meet you back 'ere once I've found some people.

[bit_impossible]

[he doesn't let her go so readily, but he does relinquish any hold he has on her soon enough] I won't be long. Just be sure to take it easy. Grab some chocolate from the kitchen. And a cuppa, on me.

[grip_on_reality]

[she chuckles at his concern] Still like chocolate, do you? Well, I was going to get some coffee anyway.

[bit_impossible]

[looks at her curiously] Yeah, doesn't everyone? Just don't go overboard on the coffee. Too much caffeine might interfere with the process. [whether or not he's being serious, he doesn't let on. nonetheless, Frank has her vitals calibrated and a sudden spike in a stimulate might have negative effects. he doesn't want to take that risk.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she rolls her eyes] Believe it or not, Doctor, I'm old enough to handle myself. Now, shouldn't you be going somewhere?

[she knows there's no particular reason for them to hurry, but she would like to do something about this situation sooner rather than later]

[bit_impossible]

[gives her a look] I could say the same to you. Back in a mo'!

[he waves, and then he drops from the Plane]

[grip_on_reality]

[she smirks, amused by that response. but once he's gone, she lets the expression fade. she turns and starts heading toward the kitchen, thinking about everything that's just happened--and struggling to remember more about it. she sighs] And just what 'ave I gotten myself into this time...