"Yeah well it wasn't there before you put your grubby little hands all over me!" Jack continued to protest.
At the idea of removing it, though, he pulled his arm back yet again. No, that was a bad idea. He didn't know why it was, but he just felt it was and besides he didn't want this man messing around with his manipulator. He could do that himself thank you very much.
"No," he said, "you're all right. I've got it." And he pushed back the sides of his great coat, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets.
He didn't answer the Doctor's question. Why the hell should he? But he did frown as he saw what was in his hands.
"Where did you get those?"
They were his. They were definitely his, he'd remember them anywhere, he'd had them a good 30 years at least.
"What are you, some intergalactic pick pocket?"
In his own pocket, his hand closed around something small and cool. Metalic. It wasn't familiar. He'd look at it when he'd got rid of the Doctor.
"Okay," he said, annoyed, "I've had enough of this. Who the hell are you?"
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Date: 2010-01-04 03:30 am (UTC)At the idea of removing it, though, he pulled his arm back yet again. No, that was a bad idea. He didn't know why it was, but he just felt it was and besides he didn't want this man messing around with his manipulator. He could do that himself thank you very much.
"No," he said, "you're all right. I've got it." And he pushed back the sides of his great coat, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets.
He didn't answer the Doctor's question. Why the hell should he? But he did frown as he saw what was in his hands.
"Where did you get those?"
They were his. They were definitely his, he'd remember them anywhere, he'd had them a good 30 years at least.
"What are you, some intergalactic pick pocket?"
In his own pocket, his hand closed around something small and cool. Metalic. It wasn't familiar. He'd look at it when he'd got rid of the Doctor.
"Okay," he said, annoyed, "I've had enough of this. Who the hell are you?"