HE can't help the groan that bubbles up in his throat, tries to swallow it, pass it off as a slight cough, maybe. however, the accompanying eye-roll ( so far back it gives him a little bit of a headache, actually ) might just give him away. " you don't say ... " like a defiant child he kicks the door that seperates them from the ship's hallway ( at which end the tardis stays parked and ready for them to embark ), immediately comes to regret it because it's made of some fortified alien type of steel because they're on a goddamn spaceship, floating in the middle of literally nowhere. ( he's still firm on the point that he did nothing wrong : hey, how could he have known they're waltzing straight onto a sontaran war-ship here ! ) footsteps nearing, heavy and in unison, make him discard the next witty remark he's had ready, pressing a finger to his lips. his arm, perhaps subonciously, goes to hover slightly over them - as if he's shielding her, should somebody burst in ( not that he stands a single chance against sontarans, but hey, isn't it the thought that counts ? ) once he's sure they're out of earshot he drops his hands back on his knees. she sure was right, they were gonna be here a while. head dropped back against the wall, he lulls his head to the side, facing them, brows drawn up. " oh yeah ? what do you suggest ? ' twenty questions ' ? ' truth or dare ' ? or a game of ' i spy ', perhaps ? "
