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"Why not?"

Oh right, yes, he's allowed to ask questions isn't he? Kendra hadn't thought that far ahead, beyond just telling him.

Being mean to Emmie would be a lot easier if he wasn't so pretty.

"Because it's dangerous and - I can't ask you to do this and -"

Jon Stout:
> Emmie: "Tough shit. I'm coming anyway." Albeit put much more diplomatically.

"You didn't."


People keep doing this to her. She's normally better at conversations then this.

"You didn't ask."

She hadn't. Again.

"I offered, there is a difference."

Kendra: "Maybe, but the more you get involved with, the slimmer your chances of being able to run if you need to get."

"Emmie, you have no idea what you're walking into here. I know we told you some of it but the further you get into this -"

"Hey!" yells Bina. "Are you two planning on coming or what?"

"Just a second!"

Whatever it is, take more than a second.

Amie: Point out this fact.

"You said that like a whole minute ago!" says Amie. "I want to see the TARDIS! Do you realize what you're asking me to wait for here!?"


"This is something I have wanted to do since I was literally six years old!"

"Just - one more second! Jeeze!"

Kendra inhails through her nose and turns to Emmie.

"Look - Emmie. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Me neither," he says. "I'm very attached to being alive, it's way up there in my list of favorite things about myself, but tell me the truth, could I be useful?"

"I don't-"

"If you say no, if you think I'll be in the way, I'll stay here, but if I can help…"

"Seriously!" yells Amie. "Can we get this show on the road please?"

"Yes!" says Kendra. "OK - yes! We're both coming."