[ The Doctor would absolutely, of course, get easily distracted. Inevitably, he'd devolve into chatting up the folks they're meant to only be asking basic questions of. A few minutes at someone's door might turn into an hour or longer, getting invited in, or attempting to charm his way in, cook them a meal, and — ah, already distracted again! ]
A little strong — just a hello? [ Everything else, Doctor. But, yes, he's not always the most clued in about that. Good to have Steve along! (He supposes, if he has to admit...) ] Fine, fine, feedback noted, logged, tagged, filed away. Just have to work harder for that five stars, suppose. Taking notes!
[ He does watch and take in Steve's overall demeanor with the next house, and while the Doctor is no stranger to being soft and somber when he needs to be, he does a quick mental side-by-side comparison between the pair of them and their interactions. Okay, okay, maybe he had a point, given...where they are. He thought adding a bit of cheer might be welcomed, but in a place like this, some might prefer exactly the opposite. On the surface, his soft and more gentle expression masks the hurried mental calculations he's doing to pivot and consider that there might be an alternative way to proceed for the next time. Before he can say or do anything else, though, the woman responds — ]
If I were a different kind, I'd ask what you want 'em for at all, but it ain't my business, is it?
[ She has the air of someone who'd just as soon tell them anything at all to hurry them on their way, shrugging a little. But then she's leaning in a bit to scrutinize the paper she's been handed and there's a brief pause before she realizes exactly which family they're trying to find. Her shoulders drop a little, demeanor softening a touch more. ]
Tell you the truth, they been through enough, whatever you need to see 'em about, gotta be a blessin'. Place they got now, can't call it more than a hole built into the stone, er — whatever's left of it. Got a ceiling, couple rooms. Ain't no door, just a thick tattered drape the color of dusty yellow. Ugly as sin. Nothin' about it safe. You'll find it two blocks over, just on the corner. Three kids, two littles, oldest one works whatever job they got on order for the day. Their ma ain't around much, she can't be. No tellin' who you'll find when you get there. Just the small ones, I imagine.
[ She moves to hand the paper back to Steve now, crossing her arms loosely. ]
Answered your questions? You got somethin' for them, what about me?
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A little strong — just a hello? [ Everything else, Doctor. But, yes, he's not always the most clued in about that. Good to have Steve along! (He supposes, if he has to admit...) ] Fine, fine, feedback noted, logged, tagged, filed away. Just have to work harder for that five stars, suppose. Taking notes!
[ He does watch and take in Steve's overall demeanor with the next house, and while the Doctor is no stranger to being soft and somber when he needs to be, he does a quick mental side-by-side comparison between the pair of them and their interactions. Okay, okay, maybe he had a point, given...where they are. He thought adding a bit of cheer might be welcomed, but in a place like this, some might prefer exactly the opposite. On the surface, his soft and more gentle expression masks the hurried mental calculations he's doing to pivot and consider that there might be an alternative way to proceed for the next time. Before he can say or do anything else, though, the woman responds — ]
If I were a different kind, I'd ask what you want 'em for at all, but it ain't my business, is it?
[ She has the air of someone who'd just as soon tell them anything at all to hurry them on their way, shrugging a little. But then she's leaning in a bit to scrutinize the paper she's been handed and there's a brief pause before she realizes exactly which family they're trying to find. Her shoulders drop a little, demeanor softening a touch more. ]
Tell you the truth, they been through enough, whatever you need to see 'em about, gotta be a blessin'. Place they got now, can't call it more than a hole built into the stone, er — whatever's left of it. Got a ceiling, couple rooms. Ain't no door, just a thick tattered drape the color of dusty yellow. Ugly as sin. Nothin' about it safe. You'll find it two blocks over, just on the corner. Three kids, two littles, oldest one works whatever job they got on order for the day. Their ma ain't around much, she can't be. No tellin' who you'll find when you get there. Just the small ones, I imagine.
[ She moves to hand the paper back to Steve now, crossing her arms loosely. ]
Answered your questions? You got somethin' for them, what about me?