Missy rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, her voice taking on a mocking tone. “I am not a control freak,” she mimicked, copying Clara’s accent before she fell back into her own, “yes you are poppet, and you’re an exhausting one at that. Listen to you, not even five minutes in and already bossing me about. Chillax, girlfriend.” With that she moved away, allowing Clara the room to get up. “You know, I just kidnapped you to have a good time, and I am feeling so attacked right now.” A sorrowful huff escaped her lips, before she reached into her pocket and pulled out Clara’s cell phone. “Oh, by the way, lifted this off of you, can’t have you getting any silly ideas. I was going to destroy it, but I was going through some of your text messages and oh my giddy aunt how naughty you can be little Clara!” With a wink, she slipped it back in the breast pocket of her suit jacket, the one she had folded against another space in time; bigger on the inside. “Come now, up you get, and you can change right here.” She tossed Clara a bundle of her clothes she had stolen from the human’s wardrobe, which hit her directly in the chest. “You’re not in daddy’s TARDIS anymore, love, you’re in mummy’s. And mummy’s TARDIS doesn’t like you yet, so unless you want her to feed you to the void worms on the seventy-seventh deck, I would recommend being on your best behavior and not wandering about.”
