"Oh. Joy." Her tone can become more dry, but only slightly so.
She sits for another moment, the fading panic being replaced by boredom.
"Good thing I didn't freak out when they started, then, or we'd have been at Milliways...a longer period of useless time. Don't look at me like that. I didn't deliberately not come get you. This doesn't come with an instruction manual. The whole thing feels weird, how am I to know one weird from another?" Given the fact that their doctor skipped town.
Well. There is another doctor who is totally capable of delivering the baby there. Technically.
Said doctor is even very familiar with Rasputin DNA, which, on the one hand, would make her a great choice.
It's the way she became familiar with Rasputin DNA that means that Kate has never, and will never, suggest this alternative.
She can do it on her own, if it comes to that, thank you very much.
After another moment, she shrugs, and looks up at Piotr. (Well, Up and up, a bit. Stupid tall Russians.) "Bored now. Hand me my toothbrush? My mouth tastes like Bobby's cooking."
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Date: 2011-10-07 03:17 am (UTC)She sits for another moment, the fading panic being replaced by boredom.
"Good thing I didn't freak out when they started, then, or we'd have been at Milliways...a longer period of useless time. Don't look at me like that. I didn't deliberately not come get you. This doesn't come with an instruction manual. The whole thing feels weird, how am I to know one weird from another?" Given the fact that their doctor skipped town.
Well. There is another doctor who is totally capable of delivering the baby there. Technically.
Said doctor is even very familiar with Rasputin DNA, which, on the one hand, would make her a great choice.
It's the way she became familiar with Rasputin DNA that means that Kate has never, and will never, suggest this alternative.
She can do it on her own, if it comes to that, thank you very much.
After another moment, she shrugs, and looks up at Piotr. (Well, Up and up, a bit. Stupid tall Russians.) "Bored now. Hand me my toothbrush? My mouth tastes like Bobby's cooking."