ㅤ ❝I am 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒂, last of the amazons, daughter of Circe, princess of Hell, witch of the wild isle. And you will not have this world while I still draw breath!❞ ㅤ

*marvellous*! well - not for *you*, i suppose. i was looking for another pair of hands. i'll tell you what. if you can help me find what i'm looking for, i'll replace those parts in your ship with pieces from my own. i happen to be something of an *expert* on mechanical engineering, you know.

( pleased with himself, and a smug look to show it. ) good! now that wasn't so hard, was it? you'll find i can be *quite agreeable* when i'm not under threat. for instance, i assume you're asking about my craft because *yours* is caught in this *electrical storm* we're caught in?

( pleased with himself: ) there are lots of reasons i might be here. we would be here for your entire life if i were to list them.

good. i'm going to rip it out. ( pulling the bug from under the drawer, speaking loudly into it. ) i don't much care for *spies*. ( dropping it under his foot and crushing it with a satisfying 'crunch'! ) *now*. who are you, and why *on earth* would anyone want to spy on *you*?

( he bites his lower lip, eyes darting around when she's behind him, quickly recovering when she comes around to look down his nose at her. ) an occasion is *hardly* required to look *nice*, you know. there's no harm in dressing well. it's a matter of confidence in yourself.

hm! search me yourself if you don't believe me. ah, but be *careful* for the false teeth in my pockets -- they *bite*.

tut. ( rolling his eyes. ) how long have you got . . . ? ( feeling the gun pressed against his back: ) alright, alright! ( moving to the side to empty his pockets onto the wall; a whistle, a yo-yo, a signed copy of 'alice in wonderland'; a half-eaten chocolate bar; his tesco clubcard . . . )

𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐈'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

( hands in the air. ) now, i really don't think that's *wise*.

( searching through the furniture for something, pulling up cushions and throwing them back with disregard; overturning plant pots and sifting through drawers. he pauses and looks back at the other, grimly: ) only those with *drab taste*. are you aware this room is *bugged*?

can't say i care much for your taste in decor. whatever happened to good old *joie de vivre*, hm?

ㅤ ㅤ D̳o̳c̳t̳o̳r̳ ̳W̳h̳o̳?̳ a wandering exile. ㅤ

This is a situation that requires 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓 and 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 -- Fortunately, I am blessed with 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇.