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She had tired, and still had not come to understand. Not understanding, though that a commonplace state of being around the Doctor, was very tiring, too. The warm little monkey had finally stopped clambering about her shoulder, the nape of her neck and the crook and the bend into her curtain of her being the place she'd spent half an hour trying to condition it ( him? her? ) into not climbing into, what with its tail ablaze and hers perhaps even a clearer fire hazard sign than hair of any other color. It now circularly scuttled about in front of her, hootingly scampering for sticks and stones, already too easily attached without good reason to wander far. If the reason, of course, was not that her newly done up ponytail was even more fun to pull and ( once and never again ) try and swing on than it had been to play blanket fortress on her back before. That, or it just really liked small pots of heated babyfood. Donna had no idea what monkeys ate, and certainly not this kind ( if it even was one ), but she'd figured she wouldn't be able to do much wrong with a little slobber - down for the near toothless with banana mixed in. Vitamins. Good for any kid. She sat, at least, in a spot relatively green and quiet, one elbow perched upon her knee and then her chin set into her raised hand again, watching the small creature with a wisping smile, and frequently looking off in rising concern. There'd been terribly many of the battles she'd almost been forced into along the road, and she didn't intend to ever let herself, or, mostly, the ape, partake in one ever again. Sports? Worse than pitbull ... pits. " Oi, c'mere then, you. Not too far off, alright? "

" Right, here we g -- ! " Smiling widely, the Doctor tossed the door open -- only for the expression to immediately fall into shock as he did.  His first reaction would normally have been to rush back to his console, all the way 'round to the monitor, to check if his co - ordinates were right, to slap the TARDIS a bit for having taken an odd detour around his desired spring paradise ( not summer -- way too hot, less flowers, no little drizzles to keep you happy and cool ), to see where exactly he was -- But, he figured, in this case, it would be faster to ask straight away, since he was looking someone right in the face - someone who, presumably, was the owner or renter of this room. " -- oh, hullo! " He finally grinned, eyebrows shooting up high. " Lovely meetin' you! The Doctor -- that's me, I'm the Doctor! Might have ringed one but not really that kind of, and, well, phone doesn't exactly work even if the girl says public call and the lot -- " He affectionately knocked her on the doorpost twice ( and then a little harder and a little angrier once because he had definitely not planned for a bedroom! ) " -- but, uhh, if you needed help -- could do! Here I am! Hullo again! "