He does have a strange way of expressing himself, doesn't he, but there's definitely a compliment in there and she gives him a smile that's halfway between confused and delighted. But then the implications of it sink in and she nods in understanding, serious again. "I'm dying," she says with a note of surprise among the sadness like she's only now properly realizing it, though this time she isn't panicking about it. "Just like my sisters."
She's died before, she thinks - or will die? maybe both, considering her and the Doctor's lifestyle - but this feels different, it feels like decay and finality, like time running out. It feels like things a TARDIS shouldn't be feeling. Later, for the Doctor, she's going to react to the same realization with determination and optimism because that's what he'll need her to do, but without him she's in a vacuum of her own emotions and everything seems so much scarier.
Still, she's the Doctor's TARDIS, the best ship in the universe; she can deal with this on her own. And she's not quite on her own, she remembers now, and turns her hands around in Gabriel's to hold onto them, mustering a wry smile. "I don't think House expected me to survive for as long as I have."
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She's died before, she thinks - or will die? maybe both, considering her and the Doctor's lifestyle - but this feels different, it feels like decay and finality, like time running out. It feels like things a TARDIS shouldn't be feeling. Later, for the Doctor, she's going to react to the same realization with determination and optimism because that's what he'll need her to do, but without him she's in a vacuum of her own emotions and everything seems so much scarier.
Still, she's the Doctor's TARDIS, the best ship in the universe; she can deal with this on her own. And she's not quite on her own, she remembers now, and turns her hands around in Gabriel's to hold onto them, mustering a wry smile. "I don't think House expected me to survive for as long as I have."