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[Donna appears on the plane, somewhat guarded and weary. She looks around for a moment but then relaxes just slightly, pushing her hair out of her face]

Anyone needs me, I'm going to the pub. I need a pint. Or two.

[and thus she begins the trek to the pub]

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There's a pub around here, just that way. [starts walking again] So, how were you? [she feels a wee bit awkward]

[he walks alongside her]

...Fine. Tried to find you earlier. Busy?

[frowns a little, watching her steps as she walks]

I was naked and drinking tea. Not exactly my ideal day. I guess I wasn't very clever, trying to stop that Diva but I couldn't well ignore her, either.

[and he stops dead]

I should have guessed.

[awkward]

Not very pleasant, was it? They weren't exactly quick on offering clothes.

[stops as well and turns to stare at him, more than a bit concerned]

You too? I didn't even know...I haven't heard anything about it.

[frowns; oh so awkward] No, they weren't, were they? Right bastards if you ask me, making a lady sit there starkers. [and then gentler] You all right?

[he begins walking a bit, at least to where she is]

Yes. I don't think anyone else knows. ...She's still free.

[he tilts his head a bit and gives her a bit of a side glance]

Perfectly fine, Miss Noble. [lie and a half] I'd rather neither of us have to do it again.

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[shakes her head] What are we going to do about her?

[figures he's lying because she sees through people like that. But just nods and rubs her arms] You're telling me, mate. Hand through my flippin' chest. Not how I was picturing it.

She approached me on the Astral Plane. She doesn't seem to have any remorse. It isn't an accident when you put your hand through someone's chest. [he grabs his swagger stick and gives it a good thump against his leg] I'm going to find some way to keep it from happening again, Miss Noble.

[he nods briefly] She did the same to me. Though I had a broken finger and a bullet wound to the chest prior to it. Bit me as well.

I haven't seen her yet. I didn't really want to. [she reaches down into her cleavage and pulls out a dagger] I was ready anyway. And don't you go saying 'you' like you're not having any help on this. We'll figure something out. I wish the Doctor could help. [although she feels so weird saying that but at the end of the day she believes in him]

She bit me, too. I kicked her around and managed to kill her once with one of your swords but she came back easy. [sighs]

Hopefully you won't. [he raises his brows at the dagger pulled out of her boobs, but doesn't say anything about it] We'll do something, then. If she can't be killed, there must be a way to disable her. [he pauses] Perhaps we could discreetly bring it up to him.

I killed her several times before she got to me. Shots to the head seem to work well. [the Brigadier taps his stick in his other hand] Let's just head to the pub. I could do with a drink.

[totally proud of her dagger hiding place. and back into the cleavage her dagger goes] Yeah, maybe try talking to him tonight.

Fantastic idea if you ask me. [doo doo doo here's the pub] I think I'll be having whiskey. What about you?

[might need to inspect that at a later date. you know. for proper procedure in that sort of thing] Hm.

Whisky will do me well enough, Miss Noble.

[Donna's breasts need a full inspection]

All right then. Two for us! [she grabs some glasses, the bottle and she's definitely filling them to the top] Nice healthy drink. I've spent loads of Christmases like this.

[that they do]

We don't have much luck with holidays, do we? Mine are always spent working.

Not really. I don't think I've ever had a good Christmas. And never one like on the cards and specials, where it's all nice snow. No, it's all...grey and brown mush.

[he takes his glass] Thank you.

It never is. It's not like that back in '73, I doubt it'll change in some thirty-odd years.

Probably not. [drinks her alcohol] See it's funny. I never really noticed any of this and then after that Christmas when I met the Doctor, I started researching all of it. If I hadn't been to the future and seen snow I would have thought it was impossible.

I was 38 when it was all revealed to me. Robotic Yetis in the London Underground. I had just been named CO of my base only to have my men slaughtered. [he drinks his] It's what he does, Miss Noble. He finds people and they get swept up behind him in the chaos and disaster. You just have to pray you keep your wits about you.

[shakes her head, more drinking] Well, some people can't. But people like us can. Yeah, it's tough and all. You get days like this. [pauses, frowning] All right, maybe it's been a few days. Point is, it's worth it for the good days. And when you help people...that's worth it.

[Brig nods] Though nothing quite prepares you for this sort of situation. I've been prepared for death for a long time - not wanting it, just accepting it as a possibility - but coming back never crossed my mind.

[he drinks] That it is. [he pauses] You'd have made a good soldier, Miss Noble. A lot of people think it's just killing, but the very nature of a soldier is to defend. We risk our lives to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

I guess it's one thing to be in a life or death situation but it's another thing to go through it.

[laughs a little and nudges him with her elbow] Now you're just being nice. I don't have that in me. I just try to help out.

Yes, it is. Just as it's two different things to go through it and come out alive, and die during it, only... to come back. [pause] It's just been bothering me.

[he chuckles a bit] If you can face down adversity to protect others, then you have it in you.

[looks up, because that's certainly a lot for him to admit] Me too. It's not right.

[but then she smiles] Well, I'll take that compliment, then. It's not so bad.

Not for us, anyway.

[he finishes his glass] No. It isn't.

[finishes her own glass and pours them both more] Anyway, regardless of all this misery, I'm still glad you're the one sticking it out with me.