[Video]

[championoftime]

[Warden Filter]

[Have a screen full of Doctor, who looks like he just blindly turned on the journal to video and didn't care about the setting. Collar is loose-ish, tie is hanging around his shoulders, his blazer isn't on and he's rubbing his eye as if he has a headache. Eyes are squinted tightly shut.]

My inmate murdered William Cooper with a plant toxin. I'll be remanding her to Zero after I speak with her. [Wince.] The method of dispersement was through a spray bottle. I'm going to tend to the matter. [And he blindly sort of flail-clicks off his journal.]

[Private to Persephone]

We need to talk. Can you meet me in my room?

Comments

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

The whole bottle? No, nevermind, I don't want to hear anything about your evening.

[Like Una earlier, this seems like perfectly normal drunken hangoverness, not pod-person virus.]

[Private]

[championoftime]

Thank you. [He rubs his other eye and winces.] You're quite forcefully concerned today.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

No more forcefully than usual. [At least he's not going into a high pitched histrionic rant about DISASTER ON THE HORIZON.]

[Private]

[championoftime]

[The Doctor would probably stare at him.] At least I didn't tell everyone my inner woes while I was drunk. [The flood confessional was bad enough.]