[At his last warden meeting, he'd been nervous, cagey, defensive. Now, there's a certain wariness about him, even as he admires the TARDIS, but none of the open hostility he'd shown John Locke. He knows what's coming.
Well, he thought so, anyway, but the question catches him slightly off-guard. He turns his attention away from the series of tubes he's peering at, glancing quizzically back at the Doctor. What's that got to do with anything?]
Not... really. I mean, I'm working with Narvin and all, but...
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