Oh no. Oh no no no no no. I know that look. I’ve been victim to that look too many times to count.
Don’t tell me you’re starting to fancy him.
They just don’t make ‘em like this on Earth yet.
Of course I fancy him, Doctor, don’t be daft. I’m twenty and I’m weak for a pretty smile and a man in uniform.
But don’t worry, I’m not going to run off to Cardiff of all places to try and seduce him. I’m far too content with all of time and space.
*mutter* Well, you wouldn’t need to trytoo hard to do that.
But- uh, good, that’s good, with the not-running-off-to-Cardiff bit. I mean, Cardiff’s lovely, but its backyard view is a bit limited. And it can’t give you a meteor shower with a snap of its fingers- primarily because Cardiff is, in fact, a city, and has no fingers to speak of.

….I hope.
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