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"Hello. You look familiar... Say, are you with Unit?"

"Oohh, so you are the Master. Wow."She may or may not have been eavesdropping earlier, and she's so glad she did. Sitting higher so she can hover, she lets her legs kick happily-you stay on Earth long enough, and great things happen. "Hell of a big... arrogant name for such a small boy, Koschei."

She figured the fact that she hadn't shot him yet was proof enough, and she pulled the knife out to cut the rope, "Don't ruin the moneymaker."

She should probably keep distance from him, since Tetha - no, the Doctor, is her murderer, but since he's taken the cloak of hero of the universe she assumes she'll have a chance to run before he attempts to do it again. And there's only the three of them left in the whole universe, as far as she knows, so it's sort of a species-duty to check in on him. And, well, check if it's true that Gallifrey was brought back and then re-destroyed. Information on the matter are fuzzy. But she does get in the way to put down a few angry Sontarans because hey, murder. Fun. It's less fun and more disconcerting to be thanked by the humans who use the opportunity to escape. But she's not about to unpack that. "Aren't you the Doctor? Champion of the galaxy, savior of the humans..." she starts, flipping her knife in her hand; always liked that. The flipping. "Can't you use your big brain to eliminate the threat quicker?"

She had relatively ditched Theta, who was busy saving the day in a more 'Doctor'-ish fashion, to do the little side-mission and stop bad guys who had tried to run in her own special way; he could whine later, for now she was happy to crack heads open with her new bat. It was a particularly lovely bat too, with nails and everything, and she had been enamored with it from the second she had stolen it. Okay, she wouldn't tell Theta that, but she also did want to protect this side of Cardiff for personal reasons, and these bastards would no doubt cause problems later, if let go. "I know you!" she exclaimed, spotting a familiar face and pulling her bloodied bat back on her shoulder, "You are the freak who can't die, yeah?" Plenty data all around on this one.

"Look at you... So cool, I feel almost compelled to take you seriously." There's no particular introduction before that, she just got over-excited at the sight of her old punchbag. "What is it that you called yourself now? The Master? Master of what?"

She was intrigued, especially since Julia was, in her eyes, still so very human. So many feelings and bonds with her little friends, so many worries and morals. "Aren't you afraid you won't be invited to the next immortals-sleepover?"

"Astarion..." she whined, "Oh, hells, I was not looking forward to acting meek the whole journey anyway, may as well end it now. Any chance you'll let me talk to Karlach and Wyll before it becomes a thing?" They were nice enough that maybe, just maybe, they'd let her be despite having had their little issues with devils before.