“ we’re a good team, you know. “ otto to mallory
Mallory feels a heat rise to her cheeks at the remark, as she smiles down at the table, watching as the machine matches her hands actions seamlessly, flexing and releasing with equal strength. She tries to shoo her thoughts away, clearing her throat before giving the Doctor a simple nod, moving the sensor over to his palm and stepping over to the clipboard. She was finding any excuse to turn her back to the large man to hide her face, deeming the reaction to his comment far too inappropriate.













