(Oh, no. Lucretia glances around, looking for a tissue box– there's one on Bill's desk, which she cross the room to take, and proffers to her. She's smiling through her tears though, which is... good? Though what's truly good is that she doesn't seem to be made of metal despite all that she just saw.)
Give it a moment to sink in. It's a lot to process all at once, especially when you skip so far ahead at once.
(That's okay. Lucretia doesn't ask. She's all too familiar with how confusing the additional information load can be; she can be curious and ask questions another time.)
Different, (she echoes. Bill does look older, but aside from that she seems more or less the same. Aside from the:) Does this have something to do with all of the water on the floor?
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Give it a moment to sink in. It's a lot to process all at once, especially when you skip so far ahead at once.
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Things are... [ Her voice cracks. She swallows, tries again. ] I got separated, from the Doctor, for... years. And it-- they changed me.
[ She doesn't want to say who "they" were. Doesn't want to think about the Master who'd worn a mask and pretended to be her friend. ]
But I'm better now! I'm whole again, I'm me again, only... different.
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Different, (she echoes. Bill does look older, but aside from that she seems more or less the same. Aside from the:) Does this have something to do with all of the water on the floor?