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         “That’s not very nice. Benton isn’t that bad. I actually think he’s quite cute, in a painfully seventies television, ‘finished puberty last week’ sort of way.”

   The dryness of her response seemed to temporarily negate Britain’s natural humidity for a fraction of a second. She knew the stranger, very clearly a time lord if she’d ever seen one and she had, unfortunately, seen one in particular a little too close up, was definitely not referring to the young sergeant.

“I still have a copy of you’re TARDIS key, but you’re not the Doctor I was expecting. I must say you make up for a lot of the shortcomings of your former selves. Quite impressive, my dear Doctor.”

Oh, you know I'm cute. But the bad news, my dear Doctor, is that I am still by far you're intellectual superior."

no but yes.

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      Charlie straightened her back, lifting her chin. She was trying to pretend that this situation wasn't pants-shittingly terrifying -- and, as usual, she was just going to have to lie her way through it.

            "--Charlotte Johnson, United Nations Intelligence Taskforce."

   It was true, she was.... technically with UNIT. She didn't have a rank or assigned position, yes, but she was... comorbid, as it were. Advisor to the Scientific Advisor, Deputy Tea Lady, perhaps.

      she'd have to mention it to alistair

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