Something about their body language seems very tentative and touching, but also open.
Fifteen: “Oh hello, what’s this?”
Missy: “Mmm, just playing. Please go away.”
Fifteen: “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice that – it’s an old Patrex drinking song.”
Fifteen: “Yes, I’m quite sure it is. But there’s something different about it.”
Missy: “[Even worse Gallifreyan swear] Earth instruments have no subtlety.”
Fifteen: “No, I mean…you put it in a minor key.”
Missy: [trying to 😒 Fifteen away]
Fifteen: “Feeling a touch homesick, maybe?”
Fifteen: “Sorry. It did sound rather mournful, though.”
Missy: “And what would you care? What can you do about it?”
Fifteen: “Well, I AM the Doctor, but I’m sad to say that I have no nostalgia antidotes in my little black bag, so…nothing medically speaking. I could listen, though, if you like.”
Missy: 💡 “Hmmm, well, that would explain it.”
Missy: “You and your confounded need to…HELP…people all the time!” 👿
Fifteen: “I just recognized the song is all.”
Fifteen: “Well, if you ever want to talk –”
Missy: “I’ve already got a Doctor – thank you very much.”
Fifteen: “Okay then, cheerio. Sorry to bother.”
Fifteen turning around: “Beg pardon?”
Missy: “So silly, but…I miss the daisies – you know?”
Fifteen pausing, thinking, smiling: “Yeah. I know. They were so bright, so shining, so sunny. I love Earth –”
[Missy makes scoffing noise under her breath, but it’s not particularly disgusted.]
Fifteen: “But Earth’s just can’t compare.”
[Shared smiles of nostalgia are now fond, rather than sad.]