The Doctors blush. "What we mean is that his perceptions aren't skewed by running around the universe encountering Daleks and Cybermen and all manner of nasty folks." Five says quietly.
AL pats his arm. "From what I remember, One was pretty critical of those he thought were primitive or naive compared to his intellect. Kind of suspicious and very crotchety. Susan had to talk you into helping me on Alnilam during the war, remember?"
"She also talked me into bringing you along after you'd recovered from the crash," adds Five, putting an arm around her. "Yes, I remember."
AL smiles. "The 'old, wise professor' look worked for him."
And she blinks at V's explanation of Doc's age and the hair. "Redhead? I must've missed that part of the dialogue. And seriously? Gee, and I thought your age was hard to pin down." She looks at the Doctors while she says the last bit. "Though it doesn't help you've been lying about your age for hundreds of years."
"Oh, you should talk!" says Ten. "You've been traveling through time for so long, I sincerely doubt you can remember your exact age, either." He folds his arms across his chest, challenging her to contradict that statement.
AL opens her mouth to answer, then stops herself, thinks, and laughs. "You know, he's right. I've no idea how old I am anymore."
"Exactly!" says Eleven. "It's easier to...what's the word? guesstimate?...than try to keep track of things."
She shrugs. "He has a point, actually. As for Doc, though...I suppose it'd be mean to just suggest they should've done better research, but I dunno..."
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9/11/13 14:54 (UTC)AL pats his arm. "From what I remember, One was pretty critical of those he thought were primitive or naive compared to his intellect. Kind of suspicious and very crotchety. Susan had to talk you into helping me on Alnilam during the war, remember?"
"She also talked me into bringing you along after you'd recovered from the crash," adds Five, putting an arm around her. "Yes, I remember."
AL smiles. "The 'old, wise professor' look worked for him."
And she blinks at V's explanation of Doc's age and the hair. "Redhead? I must've missed that part of the dialogue. And seriously? Gee, and I thought your age was hard to pin down." She looks at the Doctors while she says the last bit. "Though it doesn't help you've been lying about your age for hundreds of years."
"Oh, you should talk!" says Ten. "You've been traveling through time for so long, I sincerely doubt you can remember your exact age, either." He folds his arms across his chest, challenging her to contradict that statement.
AL opens her mouth to answer, then stops herself, thinks, and laughs. "You know, he's right. I've no idea how old I am anymore."
"Exactly!" says Eleven. "It's easier to...what's the word? guesstimate?...than try to keep track of things."
She shrugs. "He has a point, actually. As for Doc, though...I suppose it'd be mean to just suggest they should've done better research, but I dunno..."