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Not what again?

This. Or are you saying I stuttered?

Define 'this.'

You. Me. Here. THIS.

What, don't you like hanging out with me?

You... don't want my autograph, darling?

It's not that bad is it?

Again? Whu? What do you mean not again? Am I missing something here? [ Kirk looked surprised, and he wondered what the hell she was upset about. ] You might want to tell me, especially if it’s something life threatening!

Problem?

[ Just have a stare, Master.

A. Stare.

Because are you serious? You seem to be serious. And you should not be serious in this. ]

Uh... nooooo. Thanks, but- but no. Um. D'you mind?

[ She tugs gently (for now) on the book in Gilderoy's hands. She and the Doctor need that book if they're going to save this little world. Sub-world? Pocket- whatever. She needs the book! ]

You said - and let's see if I can quote you here [ Because she wasn't really listening after a while. She'd gone off thinking about whatever happened to that blond girl from X Factor and figured he'd fill her in again later. ] - "C'mon, Donna. Let's go to a spa planet, take a load off. Relax. Nothing exciting. Nothing to investigate. Promise."

What does it look like we're doing here, Doctor? Because to me, it looks like we're investigating.

Oh, just that this isn't the first time he's left me alo- [ She turns to unload on him fully before freezing. Her eyes look over him. Up. Down. Back again. And smile. ]

Hello.

Sorry about that. My friend's disappeared on me again.

I'm Donna. Donna Noble.

[ Donna looks River right in the eye. Time to give her a taste of her own infuriating medicine. ]

Spoilers.

[ But it's Gilderoy's book... isn't it? Not that he remembers what is and isn't his' these days. ]

I do mind, my dear, why... I do believe I was signing that book! [ He makes sure to offer her his most charming smile, it wouldn't do to be rude to a fan after all. ]

[Unfortunately, the sheer determination in the other woman's eye makes River expect something much more serious, so when that single world comes out of Donna Noble's mouth, all she can do is laugh.]

Is that all? I was expecting something sinister.

*And he breaks out laughing.*

[ She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. The nerve. ]

If you're quite finished. I think the point of this is to show you what a vacation is. So if you want to try not to insist on eating people for once...

[ She gives it a couple more gentle and as such fruitless tugs. ]

You were, but I didn't ask you to!

Why d'you want to sign it, anyway?

[ Lockhart's wearing a lilac dressing gown and he's on fuzzy slippers... and you're in a hospital of sorts, Donna. ]

I want to show you my joined-up writing! Oh, please let me! [ His smile grows even bigger and sparklier.] I'm famous, you know~

[ At the laugh, the tension in Donna's shoulders ease, and she manages a light grin of her own. ]

Sorry. And no, nothing too sinister. Just my mum. She can get in a state sometimes.

[ Joined-up writing? ]

Oh, fine. [ She lets the book go and looks at him curiously. ] Famous for what, exactly?

Well... I don't know. I've figured it must be my good looks! [ After he's finished smiling at her, he sits down and starts signing the book quite feverishly with a peacock quill. ]

Just because I have a different idea of what you do on one doesn't mean I don't know what it is, dear.

But fine, fine. I'll try it your way.

[ How is it that Donna has felt more at home on alien planets than in her own backyard right now? She could swear he's writing with a genuine bird feather. She wonders if he'll wash his own hands or if someone else will have to do it for him. ]

I'm sure that's it.

[ He isn't bad-looking, really. And she supposes it is sweet of him to want to write a note so badly. Surely the Doctor can wait a couple seconds. ]

You're going to wash your hands, right?