When that friend is a wild card with headcanons and you don’t know if they’re about to share angst or fluff

“Oh I suppose you could say that.   But travelling like I do, it slows down the aging.   I’m not for certain but I may be anywhere from two thousand to five thousand years old.   Memories aren’t always what they should be.”   Plus regenerating could be a pain.   Quite literally.   “Oh you’ve only met the bad ones then.   Most aliens just want to be left alone.   Depending on when and where their civilization is in their history.”  

She listened closely, still looking at the phone booth in awe. “So it’s an alien ship that is also a time machine?” Honestly it was just a tad bit confusing for her. “Just when I thought SHIELD couldn’t get any more surprising, they basically have an alien time machine in the basement.” 

“Yes Jackson is.   The ship’s type is called a Time Capsule.   A Type Thirty Two.   Quite old.   Been my constant companion for a long time.” She said patting the ship. “Oh S.H.I.E.L.D. has known about me since before it was anyone’s S.H.I.E.L.D.   They didn’t know what I was and if I was a threat.   It wasn’t until the whole Ultron mess that I was approached in an Adviser offer.   We argued quite a bit before I agreed to anything.” She smiled.  “One thing my children would tell you, I like to haggle.”  Cipher told her with a chuckle.

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“Yeah that makes sense. SHIELD tries to get their hands on any alien tech that they can find whether it’s useless or not. Their thing is that the aliens shouldn’t have it then maybe no one should have it except for us or something like that.” She shrugged slightly but her eyes widened slightly when she heard her say ‘ship.’ 

Cipher shook her head.   Absolute power corrupts absolutely.   Look at how HYDRA had infiltrated SHIELD.    Look how things had blown up in their faces and Cipher had agreed to help them in categorizing  technology but apparently they didn’t have anything worth worrying about.

I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

“Time Lord isn’t the name of the race.   It’s a military rank.   I’m something else but pretty close in Gallifreyan biology.   Gallifrey is the name of the planet that The Time Lords lived before the planet.” She tried to explain, she didn’t mind giving those bits out.    She was almost completely Gallifreyan.   There were a few things in her that were still human but not enough she couldn’t pass for Gallifreyan.