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[championoftime]

[There's a strange man in Time Lord robes roaming the halls. He's been watching conversations and following along, taking in what's happening. But he doesn't want to intrude. He knows that for some reason that he shouldn't.

However, more than one psychic presence has coaxed him out of his room, away from the irritated TARDIS that's very familiar to him (she doesn't like this psychic aggression, she doesn't like it at all). And now he's trying to keep track of where the most damage is.]

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[scaryfacemelter]

[It's always a toss up whether she'll hear someone first or feel them. Either way, she turns before he comes too close, studying him. She reaches out with her mind, accustomed to learning what she wants, when she wants.]

[championoftime]

[He throws up his psychic barriers as soon as the intrusion starts.]

I apologize madam, but it's really more polite to ask before you pry. We usually only share with those we're closest to. But do you mind if I enjoy the view with you for a bit?

[scaryfacemelter]

[Barriers, now isn't that interesting. It's almost childlike, the curiosity with which she prods at them, feeling along them for a chink.]

You may join me, [though she says it without moving her mouth. He's strong enough to keep her out, and she finds that fascinating.]

[championoftime]

[To respond mentally, he'd have to drop his barriers. So he speaks.] Thank you. [He places his hands on the railing to stare over into the cosmos.]

Might I ask what it is that you are, madam?

[scaryfacemelter]

[Her chin tilts up, and she looks down her nose at him, just a little.]

Vulcan. [Again, it's unspoken; she's much more interested in studying him, and mushing at this barriers.]

And what are you?