There was something about his plan that said to her that it wouldn't work out so well, but she would rather try and fail then not try at all. Besides, for all she knew it would work splendidly and save dozens of lives. And there wasn't anything else to do, right? Might as well help steal tables for rafts then walk the deck waiting for icebergs to come.
"I agree. If it saves at least one extra life, it's worth it. And your partner, Crowley? I take it he knows what's going on as well? I've noticed most people here either flicker oddly, or are passengers, but they seem off. I don't know how to explain it."
She is, of course, not coming form Deerington itself, so she literally just woke up on the titanic. In all truth, she spent some time trying to piece together if an Angel had touched her. If a Weeping Angel had managed to grab her and throw her back in time. That was how it worked, wasn't it? Except that they fed off the energy of that person displaced in time, so why would they drop that person on the Titanic with the huge possibility that they'd die?
It was a lot to consider. For all she knew this was really the titanic. Which is why when he mentions captors, her brow lifts. "And to be quite honest with you, I have very little idea of what's going on right now. Captors? I fell asleep back home and woke up here, like in some strange dream I can't wait up from. I tried pinching myself and everything."
She followed him, stepping out into the hall and closing her door, the table held in one hand to her side, by the upper neck of a leg. Then she swung it up to hold in both hands and followed the strange man.
He prattled on, yes, but it was a lot of information. Everything he spoke about seemed to come as first hand information as well. Either he had been there, which seemed impossible, or he's a researcher of fine histories like this, which seemed more likely, giving his appearance made him feel like the type to research things.
Then again she was on the TITANIC herself. So anything was possible. Perhaps an Angel got him as well. "You sound as if you have lived through this before, if you don' mind my saying it. Or at the least very well read in the entire situation." From the supposed lock down to the captain calling the lifeboats back for more passengers. It all seemed too 'familiar' to the man.
She couldn't help but wonder if something else was going on here. Something more than Weeping Angels and the Doctor.
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"I agree. If it saves at least one extra life, it's worth it. And your partner, Crowley? I take it he knows what's going on as well? I've noticed most people here either flicker oddly, or are passengers, but they seem off. I don't know how to explain it."
She is, of course, not coming form Deerington itself, so she literally just woke up on the titanic. In all truth, she spent some time trying to piece together if an Angel had touched her. If a Weeping Angel had managed to grab her and throw her back in time. That was how it worked, wasn't it? Except that they fed off the energy of that person displaced in time, so why would they drop that person on the Titanic with the huge possibility that they'd die?
It was a lot to consider. For all she knew this was really the titanic. Which is why when he mentions captors, her brow lifts. "And to be quite honest with you, I have very little idea of what's going on right now. Captors? I fell asleep back home and woke up here, like in some strange dream I can't wait up from. I tried pinching myself and everything."
She followed him, stepping out into the hall and closing her door, the table held in one hand to her side, by the upper neck of a leg. Then she swung it up to hold in both hands and followed the strange man.
He prattled on, yes, but it was a lot of information. Everything he spoke about seemed to come as first hand information as well. Either he had been there, which seemed impossible, or he's a researcher of fine histories like this, which seemed more likely, giving his appearance made him feel like the type to research things.
Then again she was on the TITANIC herself. So anything was possible. Perhaps an Angel got him as well. "You sound as if you have lived through this before, if you don' mind my saying it. Or at the least very well read in the entire situation." From the supposed lock down to the captain calling the lifeboats back for more passengers. It all seemed too 'familiar' to the man.
She couldn't help but wonder if something else was going on here. Something more than Weeping Angels and the Doctor.