They burst through into another room, this one full of equipment, and the Doctor begins to put things together.
Cassandra wails that they're trapped -- and they are, a bit -- and asks him what they should do.
"Well, for starters, you're going to leave that body," he says, pointing toward the machine in the corner. "That psychograft is banned on every civilized planet! You're compressing Rose to death."
She, in turn, gestures to another machine, this one containing the remains of a brain in a jar and some bits of skin. "But I've got nowhere to go. My original skin's dead."
"Not my problem. You can float as atoms in the air. Now, get out." He holds the sonic screwdriver in front of him like a weapon, pointing it at her menacingly. "Give her back to me."
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Date: 2006-10-19 02:06 pm (UTC)Cassandra wails that they're trapped -- and they are, a bit -- and asks him what they should do.
"Well, for starters, you're going to leave that body," he says, pointing toward the machine in the corner. "That psychograft is banned on every civilized planet! You're compressing Rose to death."
She, in turn, gestures to another machine, this one containing the remains of a brain in a jar and some bits of skin. "But I've got nowhere to go. My original skin's dead."
"Not my problem. You can float as atoms in the air. Now, get out." He holds the sonic screwdriver in front of him like a weapon, pointing it at her menacingly. "Give her back to me."