[The Doctor's silence absolutely terrifies her, and for a brief second, she wonders if it's really him, but then, Crowley was bubbly, and she was wrong about that... so no, it was him... and things were definitely in a bad way.]
Our hell was on the edge of a black hole.
You went to the Ritz with 'im. [A tongue touched grin.] That doesn't much sound like Armageddon or war. Unless you're both in charge of peace talks between the two sides, yeah? [Sly grin.] Or conning the two sides as an excuse to go to the Ritz, but I'm not sure angels are capable of deviousness.
[The rest... she doesn't know if she wants to stand in front of the Doctor and shield and protect him, or hide behind him buried up to her face in his coat and protection.]
Is that right?
[She both wanted to talk more about it... and not. And clearly Crowley was afraid of Satan and --]
Well, it was the year 5000... something. But I think he said the prison was from before time, and the Doctor was all, there's no such thing, and --
[Looks off distant.]
[But then give Crowley a cheeky grin.] No black holes unless you start talking about bein'--
[She drops the Doctor's hand, steps wide in front of him like a sumo wrestler about to fight, but poses as a monster with hand claws and growls (cutely, though she's unaware of this) her voice all dark and throaty:]
I am the rage the fire, the ferocity, the darkness, the thought of me shall never die, I shall live forever in the bleeding hearts of men, in their rage and in their lust!
[She drops the act, and picks up the Doctor's hand again, with a quiet beam up at him. She found him. Even if Satan escaped and got his revenge on Rose, it didn't matter, she found him, and they'd stop the darkness.] and breathin' fire and talkin' about destroying Earth or one o' my other favorite planets. Then I might have to shoot you into a black hole, like I did ol' Luci.
[Still beaming up at the Doctor, like it's no big thing.] Nothin' personal, I quite like you so far. More'n the archaeologist he possessed.
It's a screwdriver, actually. [A giggle, and she finally does look back at Crowley with a grin.] I cannot get him to watch Star Trek with me. I'm always tellin' 'im, gimme more Spock! Yeah? And he doesn't even get it enough to joke back. So sad.
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Our hell was on the edge of a black hole.
You went to the Ritz with 'im. [A tongue touched grin.] That doesn't much sound like Armageddon or war. Unless you're both in charge of peace talks between the two sides, yeah? [Sly grin.] Or conning the two sides as an excuse to go to the Ritz, but I'm not sure angels are capable of deviousness.
[The rest... she doesn't know if she wants to stand in front of the Doctor and shield and protect him, or hide behind him buried up to her face in his coat and protection.]
Is that right?
[She both wanted to talk more about it... and not. And clearly Crowley was afraid of Satan and --]
Well, it was the year 5000... something. But I think he said the prison was from before time, and the Doctor was all, there's no such thing, and --
[Looks off distant.]
[But then give Crowley a cheeky grin.] No black holes unless you start talking about bein'--
[She drops the Doctor's hand, steps wide in front of him like a sumo wrestler about to fight, but poses as a monster with hand claws and growls (cutely, though she's unaware of this) her voice all dark and throaty:]
I am the rage the fire, the ferocity, the darkness, the thought of me shall never die, I shall live forever in the bleeding hearts of men, in their rage and in their lust!
[She drops the act, and picks up the Doctor's hand again, with a quiet beam up at him. She found him. Even if Satan escaped and got his revenge on Rose, it didn't matter, she found him, and they'd stop the darkness.] and breathin' fire and talkin' about destroying Earth or one o' my other favorite planets. Then I might have to shoot you into a black hole, like I did ol' Luci.
[Still beaming up at the Doctor, like it's no big thing.] Nothin' personal, I quite like you so far. More'n the archaeologist he possessed.
It's a screwdriver, actually. [A giggle, and she finally does look back at Crowley with a grin.] I cannot get him to watch Star Trek with me. I'm always tellin' 'im, gimme more Spock! Yeah? And he doesn't even get it enough to joke back. So sad.