Stepping down her ship's boarding ramp, Chris paused, placing her hands on her hips. "Well," she said after a moment of thoughtful consideration. "As passengers go, you're definitely up there for the position of most memorable."
"I GET THAT RESPONSE QUITE A BIT," replied the Dalek, twitching its armstalks in the best shrug it could manage. "WILL IT BE A PROBLEM?"
Taking a moment to consider the Daleks size and shape, she shook her head. "No, you should fit through the doors," she said. "If you don't mind, I have to ask..."
"A WOULD-BE GOODLIFER THAT FAILED TO CONSIDER THE RULES OF HANDWAVIUM. HE WANTED AN ARMY. HE GOT ME. I CALLED FOR HELP."
Chris giggled. "I love when that happens..." She paused, glancing at the clipboard in her hands. "And that explains where we're going. VF is going to love this. Welcome aboard... Sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"CLARA. CLARA OSWIN," she replied, rolling past her and up the ramp.
Giggling to herself, Chris followed. "Of course you are..."
"I GET THAT RESPONSE QUITE A BIT," replied the Dalek, twitching its armstalks in the best shrug it could manage. "WILL IT BE A PROBLEM?"
Taking a moment to consider the Daleks size and shape, she shook her head. "No, you should fit through the doors," she said. "If you don't mind, I have to ask..."
"A WOULD-BE GOODLIFER THAT FAILED TO CONSIDER THE RULES OF HANDWAVIUM. HE WANTED AN ARMY. HE GOT ME. I CALLED FOR HELP."
Chris giggled. "I love when that happens..." She paused, glancing at the clipboard in her hands. "And that explains where we're going. VF is going to love this. Welcome aboard... Sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"CLARA. CLARA OSWIN," she replied, rolling past her and up the ramp.
Giggling to herself, Chris followed. "Of course you are..."