That, it seems, is one of the never-ending common threads among them. Never respect a locked door, everywhere is a space that is meant to hold them if they so deem it. She's certainly not any better at refusing a locked door then he is.
The way her words seem to bite into him even worse make her instantly regret them even with her temper, and she sighs, rubbing her hand down her face in exasperation as she followed after him.
"Alright, this is me, takin' my foot out of my mouth, I'm sorry." She's thankful for the TARDIS' intervention and trying to keep him contained, sending a mental thought of gratitude to the consciousness that lived within the ship. The way he collapsed, though, makes all of the anger that still lingered in her evaporate, and there was only a brief moment before she was moving to kneel in front of him.
"No, you'll just feel worse. You need water an' food to help burn it off. If you're drunk an' not shakin' it off, you're gonna be hung over, an' it'll just make you feel terrible later. We're not used to alcohol effectin' us like this, we should be careful." Which just makes her wonder why it's effecting him this way. Had someone mentioned something about this? Was this something this dimension had done to him, or was it an effect of his aborted regeneration that she'd never heard of? She put her arm around his shoulders, trying to catch his eye where he drooped, looking so defeated.
"Doctor, I'm sorry for what I said." Apologizing to themselves is rather strange, but she genuinely meant it, and hoped it came through in her tone. "Please get off of the floor, we'll find you something that will help. I'm not leaving until I know you're alright."
And she meant it. However long he needed to calm down, she intended to be right there. The last thing he needed when he was in a bad place was to be alone. He dealt with that possibly the worst out of all of them.
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The way her words seem to bite into him even worse make her instantly regret them even with her temper, and she sighs, rubbing her hand down her face in exasperation as she followed after him.
"Alright, this is me, takin' my foot out of my mouth, I'm sorry." She's thankful for the TARDIS' intervention and trying to keep him contained, sending a mental thought of gratitude to the consciousness that lived within the ship. The way he collapsed, though, makes all of the anger that still lingered in her evaporate, and there was only a brief moment before she was moving to kneel in front of him.
"No, you'll just feel worse. You need water an' food to help burn it off. If you're drunk an' not shakin' it off, you're gonna be hung over, an' it'll just make you feel terrible later. We're not used to alcohol effectin' us like this, we should be careful." Which just makes her wonder why it's effecting him this way. Had someone mentioned something about this? Was this something this dimension had done to him, or was it an effect of his aborted regeneration that she'd never heard of? She put her arm around his shoulders, trying to catch his eye where he drooped, looking so defeated.
"Doctor, I'm sorry for what I said." Apologizing to themselves is rather strange, but she genuinely meant it, and hoped it came through in her tone. "Please get off of the floor, we'll find you something that will help. I'm not leaving until I know you're alright."
And she meant it. However long he needed to calm down, she intended to be right there. The last thing he needed when he was in a bad place was to be alone. He dealt with that possibly the worst out of all of them.