The waft of air that made its way towards them was putrid. Jack's hand temporarily lifted to cover his mouth as he acclimatised himself to the difference. It smelled like death. Pure and rotten.
It was unpleasant, but it wasn't his focus. No. That was the Doctor.
He could tell something was wrong, but not something he could put his finger on. Nor did he feel that at this time it was his place to ask. Maybe another time, in another place away from here. But not now.
"Oh I'm a modern man," he said, returning to the sentiment, "we can go halves. And a show too? Really pushing the boat out now, Doctor. Lucky old me." A proper date? Jack wasn't sure how good he was at those. It was a little nerve racking to thinking about.
Luckily there was imminent death and destruction to provide distraction.
He ran after the Doctor and stopped beside him at the computers, hand over his mouth again to block the smell.
"There's something here," he said, stating the obvious. "God, that smell..."
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It was unpleasant, but it wasn't his focus. No. That was the Doctor.
He could tell something was wrong, but not something he could put his finger on. Nor did he feel that at this time it was his place to ask. Maybe another time, in another place away from here. But not now.
"Oh I'm a modern man," he said, returning to the sentiment, "we can go halves. And a show too? Really pushing the boat out now, Doctor. Lucky old me." A proper date? Jack wasn't sure how good he was at those. It was a little nerve racking to thinking about.
Luckily there was imminent death and destruction to provide distraction.
He ran after the Doctor and stopped beside him at the computers, hand over his mouth again to block the smell.
"There's something here," he said, stating the obvious. "God, that smell..."