[Nothing at all familiar around her, living in a strange old castle (okay there had rarely been a castle), and alone with no friends would be like a regular Tuesday to River. Even the rather unexpected transformation of the other woman elicited little more than a quick inhalation of breath coupled with an arched brow. If her pulse was beating a bit more rapidly she would deny it.]
I’m not wearing shoes, they make an unholy racket and I’m trying to be stealthy.
[She didn’t know what she was looking for, but there was something. Something they - whoever they were - weren’t telling the people they’d kidnapped. She didn’t care what they called it, she’d been kidnapped before (more than once) and recognized it for what it was.]
River Song - Castle Thorne
I’m not wearing shoes, they make an unholy racket and I’m trying to be stealthy.
[She didn’t know what she was looking for, but there was something. Something they - whoever they were - weren’t telling the people they’d kidnapped. She didn’t care what they called it, she’d been kidnapped before (more than once) and recognized it for what it was.]