The sound of metal crashing heralds the arrival of a pink haired robot woman with a glowing blue boilerplate on her chest as she falls through a portal and onto the floor of the TARDIS
The Doctor nearly dropped his tea.
CRASH.
The floor shuddered as metal met metal, the TARDIS making a disgruntled bwoorp in response. “Oh!” he exclaimed, spinning toward the noise, coat flaring. “That’s either an uninvited guest or the universe delivering me a very oddly wrapped present--”
He hurried over to the pink-haired figure, crouching beside her with cautious curiosity, eyes scanning the glowing blue boilerplate.
“Alright there?” he asked gently, fingers twitching just above her shoulder -- ready to help, but not yet assuming consent. “Bit of a dramatic entrance. Love the hair, by the way. Now, what brings you crash-landing into my TARDIS, hmm?”
He paused, squinting slightly. “You’re not armed, are you? Because if you're about to declare me your mortal enemy, I really do need to finish my tea first.”
Rabbit pushed herself up and onto her feet blinking her dual-toned optic sensors and brushing off her dress “I d-d-do have weapons but I don’t-don’t-don’t intend on using them.”
The Doctor raised his hands gently in a calming gesture, head tilting with a warm, reassuring smile. “Good. Because you’re not under threat here, love. Not from me, not from her--” he nodded toward the TARDIS console as if the ship herself might chime in, “--and not from anyone else so long as you’re with us.”
He stepped forward, just enough to offer comfort, not crowd. “You’re safe now. No need to fire. Just breathe, if that’s something you do. Or... buzz? Whirr? Either way -- this is a peace zone.”
Rabbit released some steam from her vents “My name-name-name-name-“ she recalibrated herself “-is rabbit.”
The Doctor tilted his head, a warm smile spreading as he took a step closer, hands tucked into his coat pockets. “Rabbit, is it? Lovely name,” he said gently, his tone calm and open. “Bit of a hiccup in your systems, yeah? Don’t worry, happens to the best of us -- especially on Mondays.”
He gave her a small wink, eyes scanning her form for any obvious damage. “Glad you’re not here to use those weapons. The TARDIS prefers guests, not battles. You alright? Need a patch-up or maybe… a cuppa?”
“S-S-Some tea would be lovely-y-y.” Rabbit seemed to be working well apart from her robotic stutter.
The Doctor gave Rabbit a warm grin, already halfway to the TARDIS kitchen. “Tea it is, then! I’ve got a blend that should soothe your circuits -- a bit of chamomile, touch of honey, no oil leaks guaranteed.”
He rummaged through tins with practiced ease, calling over his shoulder, “You’re doing brilliantly, by the way. That stutter’s not a flaw, you know -- just character. The universe runs on quirks.”
Soon enough, he returned with a gently steaming cup, hands steady as he passed it to her. “Here we go. One cup of comfort. No judgment, no rush -- just you and me. And tea.”
Rabbit gently took the cup in her metallic hands “Th-Th-Thanks!”
