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Ace has taken over a table, spreading her notes out all over it. Unlike the Doctor, she hasn't gone rogue. She still needs to send reports back to Gallifrey now and then about what she's up to. Of course, they already know what she's up to, making this more of an exercise of remembering who her bosses are.

This may have something to do with how furiously she's scribbling. Ace has never liked busy-work.

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There's a very long pause before he slowly says,

"Okay."

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"Annn' now y'think I'm crazy. Don't worry, y'not the first." Ace reassures him, grinning. "Just watch out for the Dalek, he fancies himself a therapist."

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Frank grins back, a little wryly.

"Should I even ask?"

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"Daleks are homicidal blobs of green goo drivin' giant laser-armed pepperpots in their mad drive t'subjugate the entire universe. They've taken over Earth at least once, dabbled in time travel, an' are quite mad. This one's the last of it's kind, an' is a bit nutty. I've got the cure f'that, but no one much wants me t'give it to him."

Pity.

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"Laser-armed pepperpots."

Frank's expression is rather deadpan.

"I've heard of cooking therapy, but this seems a little unusual."

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"'Bout.... so tall, all fury an' a short fuse." Ace offers, measuring with her hand a point off the floor that would be just shorter than her, if she were standing.