She skids to a halt at the end of the tunnel, eyes on the foetid torrent of Thames water spewing from the grate down into the only egress, a ragged hole in the ground disappearing into darkness.
She looks back up at him, her green eyes flashing. "The river can't be too far. Maybe a few hundred yards?"
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Date: 2010-11-06 05:28 am (UTC)She actually sounds like she's enjoying this.
"At least they're not Daleks!"
She is. She's definitely enjoying this.
She skids to a halt at the end of the tunnel, eyes on the foetid torrent of Thames water spewing from the grate down into the only egress, a ragged hole in the ground disappearing into darkness.
She looks back up at him, her green eyes flashing. "The river can't be too far. Maybe a few hundred yards?"