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One gloved hand rests on the window, as Axel looks out, gazing impassively at The End.

It's rather unusual for him to be doing it, but it's raining outside, and that's spoiled his plans for the evening. So instead of sulking by the fire, he's staring out into the violent, explosive vacuum.

He wonders if it's cold out there, or hot.

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"You're entitled to your opinion," he replies. It makes him want to slouch into a chair, just on principle.

What is it about her?

His frown is purely mental, as he tries to figure it out. She reminds him... oddly enough, of Sora and Luxord both.

"I'll even grant you're entitled to yours," she answers cooly. It's rather kindly of her, in her opinion. Considering who she was talking to.

It wasn't human, but that didn't mean it was better.

He narrows his eyes slightly.

Sora, Luxord, and Vexen.

"Everyone's entitled to an opinion."

"Even if they're stupid."

She turns her attention back to her mechanism.

"Don't be so down on yourself," he responds. "I'm sure you're--"

Something in his head clicks. He blinks.

"Two hearts," he murmurs. That's what he's been feeling. Double the brightness, double the vitality.

She ignores the first (his opinions on her weren't worth confronting as they were as uninformed as they were unimportant) but the second has her smirking down at her work.

"Of course," she replies. "You didn't think I was human, did you?"

She sounds as if the very idea is insulting.

He snorts.

"You look more or less human, but so do I," he replies. "I don't assume much, especially not in Milliways, but two hearts makes you a Time Lord. Or am I mistaken?"

"You're not."

She sounds both pleased and amused. Of course she was. Down to the very last cell.

"Though two hearts would only mark me as Gallifreyan. But you're not wrong."

He grins.

"Nice to know the distinction."

"It's an important one."

One that she, of all people, would not let anyone forget.

"A friend of the Doctor then?"

As he was here, it would make the most sense.

"Nope. Never met him," Axel replies. Although he has heard of the Doctor, thanks to Ray.

That piques her interest.

"Really?"

She pauses, considering how to phrase her question. Everything she says and does is deliberate, even when it comes to someone she considers insignificant.

"Then who?"

"A man I met here told me about Time Lords," Axel replies after a moment. "A human man," he adds, for clarity.

"And he told you that they have two hearts?"

She might have to find this man. Possibly to refine his knowledge correctly and possibly to find out where he found out the information.

"Among other things."

He shugs a little.

"What else?" she asks. Almost demands. She only just curbs her tone. It would require a softer touch in this place, or so she was learning.

His smile turns sharp.

"What's it to you?"

"I'd merely like to know whether he's given you misinformation. Also, what information he might have at all."

She smiles at him, a sly, sharp smile.

"Wouldn't you want to know such a thing?"

"He has more information than he gave me," Axel replies. "Which I'll admit wasn't much; the heart thing just kind of came up."

He's learned more about Time Lords from Ace.

"I see," she says.

"Interesting."

She'd have to find out more about what the Doctor had told people. She could, of course, hunt down the man who'd spoken to this creature, but it would be more reasonable to ask him personally. After all, he'd seemed mildly understanding the last time they'd spoken.

Willing, at least, to share something like that, or so it seemed to her.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too." He tilts his head slightly, considering her.

Two hearts.

Two hearts.

"Why do your people have two hearts?"

"Why shouldn't they? It's a far superior system, though the exacts of Gallifreyan biology aren't anything I intend to share with you. It's not exactly any of your business."

"Doesn't mean I don't want to know, lady."

She smirks.

"And that doesn't mean I won't tell you. It does mean I might want something in return."

His lips curl up again.

"I can deal with that. What'd that 'something' be?"