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The Professor felt her eyebrows draw together slightly, her freckled nose crinkling as it always did when she was confused. “Jealous?” she repeated, head tilting in a bird-like manner. “Who said anything about making someone jealous?” The Time Lady shook her head, taking a step towards the man, her hands gesturing wildly about. “No, no, you see, there’s this thing happening on Centauri Prime, and the residents are rather, well, odd in regards to their welcome parties. They’ll be much less likely to kill me if my date is someone with a facial symmetry they find aesthetically pleasing, and yours seems perfect for the occasion.”