The intervals between his speech patterns rendered Scout unable to find a response she deemed appropriate. The Doctor’s good mood was obviously deteriorating, and anything that came to mind for her to say either seemed too indifferent or too warm. And as she grew frustrated at herself, frustrated that she wasn’t smart enough to infer what she had said that made him become so distant, the silence simply grew, to the point where it was as if it had become an entity, standing between the two of them with it’s hands around their throats.
”Yes, well…” she finally mustered up the vocal capacity to say. “Better get your ship fixed b’fore it starts feeling neglected, eh?” Scout couldn’t know that her sad attempt at a joke actually appeared as an extremely considerate and intuitive thing to say, and since she was unable to come to that realization, she just rubbed the back of her neck with one hand, and clutched the handle of the toolbox with the other.
”You said you don’t know a thing about this kinda technology? Seems like a mighty dumb thing to be traveling space in a ship you don’t know how t’fix, don’t you think?” Grabbing a can of cream soda from the fridge, Scout made a small gesture towards the front door. Clearly, it was high time they started walking back to the Tardis, but her unnecessary rambling was just a form of stalling because honestly, she didn’t want to leave. Not yet.
At her remark about his tardis feeling neglected, something in both of his hearts made an executive decision; she was going to come with. Suddenly as visions of death and the past escaped him, leaving him with only hope for the future. Maybe this is what he needed; a chance to do it right. He had failed everyone before her, and this time he would make sure that she would stay alive, even if it killed him.
As he followed Scout, there was a more notable eagerness in the way he walked, as he if couldn’t wait to get back to his beloved ship. “I suppose, it was a rather stupid decision, not to mention that the navigation system is completely knackered,” he glanced over at her, a mischievous smile plastered across his face, “but that just makes traveling far more interesting. To be honest, I don’t know anything about the tardis because I stole her. Or, rather, she stole me. At least that’s what she claims.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as if his logic was comprehensible to a human.
It had just occurred to him, that this was the first time Scout had actually questioned him about something; and it wasn’t really something people usually asked about. Rather than asking what his real name was, or why the tardis was bigger on the inside, she just asked why he could get a spaceship that he couldn’t fix. It was incredibly how unpredictably not-human she had acted, and it made the Doctor giddy with excitement.
”Huh…” was all she said. Throughout the entire encounter, every outlandish thing he rambled about could only be countered with a single syllable, because Scout didn’t dare ask questions. If he was faulty or hesitant on his answer, the illusion would shatter, and he would cease to be an enigmatic creature in her mind. Just another liar with a box. Perhaps this was why she never asked too many questions. Mysteries were far more interesting than the truth. Scout rather enjoyed the challenge of forming theories and speculations for herself, whether than waiting for answers. She liked fixing things up with her own hands. There was nothing a paid subordinate could do any better than what she could do by herself.
The clouds had wrapped up the sun again as if became dimmer in the day. It had been nearly an hour and a half since their first encounter, but it felt like 5 minutes. They began their walk again towards where the Tardis landed. The breeze had only increased since they left the yard, and Scout’s footsteps sounded louder than before, but she knew she wasn’t stepping any differently than she had been earlier. As their hair flew about wildly, Scout couldn’t help but grin at the weather.
”Had you ever been t’ Alabama before? It’s real nice, ‘specially in the Fall. You should come back some time in September. That’s when we plant all the carrots and peas and things. Other people plant broccoli but I ain’t never cared for it much.” As they meandered down the dirt road, Scout had a way of kicking her feet up in front of her with each step, making a small gust of dirt cover her legs. She didn’t seem to care much that she had taken a shower no less that ten minutes ago.