Never cruel or cowardly...

A figure appeared in the control room. She was moderately tall with long blonde locks. Whiskey colored eyes that had a hint of gold to them. She wore what looked like a ripped white dress, leather boots, and black tights. Covering her arms was brown satin fingerless gloves. 

The figure looked around, as if she was gathering where she was. Her eyes then fell upon the Doctor. She gave a smile. The smile was not a warm smile though. It was more controlled, like a robot mimicking emotions.

"Hello, Doctor. What is it that you need from the Bad Wolf interface?" she asks, her tone rung out in a soft matter-of-fact manner, no real emotion. Her head tilted as she waited for a command.

To see her standing before him again... It's sweet torture, so painful it almost makes his want to cry. Already he's cried from her, when they spoke on the beach and the connection cut off and his final sentence to her was left unfinished.

"I prefer to be a renegade then go back in a place where people like me, you or Susan are considered weird, I always loved planet earth and I was always considered a crazy woman, someone not able to be a Gallifreyan, trust me in that,I prefer to explore the space for all my life but soon I think I’ll be able to have my own space ship,I don’t want to bother you both" she said, though the words of Susan touched her deep inside.