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"Stop it!", staring at the screen that was above controls of many kinds, the woman hold it on its side with her hands, shaking it slightly, as well as hitting it with her palm a few times, all while the centered piece moved up and down in the usual rhythm. It also had not changed how the Doctor refused to take the brakes off, clearly enjoying the warping sound the TARDIS gave off inside its halls, as well as to those outside as it slowly manifested out of thin air. What the Gallifreyan at this point did not know was that the place the box decided to land was most uncalled for.Â
During the woman's one-sided argument with her ship, said machine bit for bit, with its loud warping sound, showed up right in certain someone's flat, fitting just between the doorway that lead to their supposed kitchen, the TARDIS' entrance pointed towards the living room. "Fine! Be that way!", was what came from inside those blue, wooden walls a moment after the box seemed manifest and when the Time Lady had enough of the ship's stubborn mind. The voice had a tone of being insulted, but also one of amusement, hinting at sarcasm just enough to be recognized as joking. And it sounded strangely far away for such a small box.Â
Not too soon after, deciding to just expect anything, the Doctor simply opened the door with her Sonic Screwdriver in the right hand that was lowered to her waist still. Though, she halted right as her left food had stepped outside, an obvious look of confusion on her face as her gaze wandered about the place. This clearly was nowhere outside, and neither any futuristic starship. Which was honestly surprising. As well as worrying. The Time Lady had ended up in people's living room before. And she should really stop that.Â
Avoiding the obvious presence of another person in the room to a degree of not answering question, the woman's expression turned into one of guilt and slight shame. With a quick "Sorry! Wrong coordinates!", she turned back around and disappeared back into the blue police box, not noticing how she left the door slightly open as she hurried back to the console, as once again the sound of footsteps took a much longer time to get silent than what one would expect from an object that takes up such a small space.Â
