( ... And that's that. She is already learning a little about her shadow powers, after reading through her file over and over and over. It did not give her any more clues beyond what she already knew, and it infuriates her, but she knows she can hide in shadows. Malls are generally too well lit to be very conducive to shadows, but she can still make herself invisible and small in other ways - a teenage girl with messy, dark hair in a purple hoody disappears easily in many places. She is there early, watching, and studied the mall's maps and layout.
When the Doctor arrives at their meeting point, she watches him. Tall. Strange man. Seems to take children under his wing, and be odd and eccentric on the network. Knows about time. She is not a child, though.
She is standing behind him when there is the little beep of a watch timer being set, and her voice is soft, accent Finnish. )
I'm here.
( She holds herself awkwardly, like the space she inhabits in the world is heavy and presses against her, one shoulder stiffer and held just fractionally higher than the other. A rabbit, poised and ready to bolt. Her skin is pale, and her face could well be familiar - but younger, at least ten years younger, and the right side of hers is burned, long-healed scar tissue rippling over her cheek and neck as she pulls her hair forward over it out of habit. ) Hello, the Doctor.
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( ... And that's that. She is already learning a little about her shadow powers, after reading through her file over and over and over. It did not give her any more clues beyond what she already knew, and it infuriates her, but she knows she can hide in shadows. Malls are generally too well lit to be very conducive to shadows, but she can still make herself invisible and small in other ways - a teenage girl with messy, dark hair in a purple hoody disappears easily in many places. She is there early, watching, and studied the mall's maps and layout.
When the Doctor arrives at their meeting point, she watches him. Tall. Strange man. Seems to take children under his wing, and be odd and eccentric on the network. Knows about time. She is not a child, though.
She is standing behind him when there is the little beep of a watch timer being set, and her voice is soft, accent Finnish. )
I'm here.
( She holds herself awkwardly, like the space she inhabits in the world is heavy and presses against her, one shoulder stiffer and held just fractionally higher than the other. A rabbit, poised and ready to bolt. Her skin is pale, and her face could well be familiar - but younger, at least ten years younger, and the right side of hers is burned, long-healed scar tissue rippling over her cheek and neck as she pulls her hair forward over it out of habit. ) Hello, the Doctor.