the first thing the doctor did was pull out their sonic screwdriver and scan the room they were in. a hotel room by itself didn’t seem very suspicious. waking up and forgetting where they were also wasn’t suspicious. the time after regeneration is often wonky and the doctor often ends up crashing somewhere not intended. what was suspicious, however, was the lack of tardis. the scan on the screwdriver was scrambled. there was definitely something up with this place. running out into the hall, the doctor made their way down to the lobby before taking hold of someone’s shoulders and giving them a good stare. “ how did you get in here? must be a door or something. tell me, quick. “
one ought to be at least slightly curious at their current situation, that would be the appropriate response. but there are very few things andrea cares about. and this place is certainly not one of them. she drifts by, uninterested, numb before everything comes crashing down around her. something almost animalistic takes over her. she turns around, one hand coming up to take hold of the stranger’s wrist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. the other producing a knife from her sleeve. the weapon finds a comfortable spot pressed lightly against the stranger’s belly. not an attack, merely a warning. “no touchy.” she raises her eyebrows, “got it?”
