He advanced on the - dalek, that's what she was calling it - when it turned its weapons toward her. There was little he could do save distract it - and distract it, he did, apparently.
Several things happened at once: he readied himself to leap out of the way. The thing before him readied itself to fire. And Martha - did fire, from immediately beside it.
It was reckless and dangerous - he glared at her even as she fired on it again. The reaction from the dalek - an obvious powering down - gave him the time he needed to intervene. Suddenly, the emotions he'd been repressing came to the forefront. His hand went tight around her upper arm, as though he meant to shake her.
"Stupid - reckless - damn it, Martha, you might have been killed! What were you thinking?" Protecting him, of course. That's what she'd been thinking. He was useless against the monsters of her world, and she had just saved him. Twice.
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Several things happened at once: he readied himself to leap out of the way. The thing before him readied itself to fire. And Martha - did fire, from immediately beside it.
It was reckless and dangerous - he glared at her even as she fired on it again. The reaction from the dalek - an obvious powering down - gave him the time he needed to intervene. Suddenly, the emotions he'd been repressing came to the forefront. His hand went tight around her upper arm, as though he meant to shake her.
"Stupid - reckless - damn it, Martha, you might have been killed! What were you thinking?" Protecting him, of course. That's what she'd been thinking. He was useless against the monsters of her world, and she had just saved him. Twice.