girlseventeen / satomi noda.
trust is difficult for satomi. it feels like it’s been that way forever at this point. any wrong move could lead to her final, permanent demise. everything is an enemy. it’s safer that way. she knows that she should decline. her anxiety is screaming at her to, but she’s always unsure if it’s actually worth listening to it. torn between paranoia and her being right. perhaps it’s ridiculous. maybe she’ll regret it later… but she wants to take a chance.
❝ i feel like a fool, but yes, i can, ❞ she responds. it feels strange to be interested in something again, to be reminded of her old self who absolutely loved to learn. it’s scary too, but she tells herself that she has some sort of control. if it comes to it - and she hopes it doesn’t - she always has a weapon with her… just in case. ❝ you lead the way. i… i usually wouldn’t do something so stupid, but you’ve intrigued me. ❞
while the doctor hardly thought she looked threatening, especially in this particular regeneration, she could understand why someone would be on high alert. it wasn’t every day a person suggested you join them in a police public call box, though she wasn’t entirely sure where the danger would be — they barely looked big enough for two people, though that was where the whole ‘bigger on the inside’ thing came in. looks could be deceiving, she’d learnt that plenty over the centuries, it made sense that people wouldn’t trust her right off the bat.
still, that didn’t stop her from grinning as she led the way towards her ship. even if satomi thought she was absolutely mad, she was going along with her, and that was always a good start. what happened next was entirely dependent, she supposed, but she was hopeful. she stole a glance over her shoulder, coming to a stop just outside of the tardis. “here we are then! you want me to go first?”
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