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Oh, yes, because I always wanted your strange forehead. I was coveting it from afar, [she says sarcastically.] Of course I'm short on ginger. Did you take me for Irish? Completely wrong section of the globe.

Really? If you wanted to touch it, all you had to do was ask. [Here's him, missing the point out of being obtuse or just because he can get that look on Eva's face. Or...his face. Their face.

Complicated]

I was rather hoping you'd at least have the sense of have a few ginger hairs in there.

[He pokes at his eyebrows. Compared to his own body, Eva has great big eyebrows. The Doctor leaps at Eva in his body, trying to rifle through his own pockets for a mirror] Hold still, there you are!

[She jumps back, shoving him away from her.] Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Don't...at least ask permission first, alright? What do you want out of these gigantic pockets?

[Holds up her body's hands, not expecting that reaction. He keeps his hovering distance now that it's dawned on him, pointing at one of the tweed jacket pockets]

Pocket mirror. Try searching past the books and the shovel collection. Or was it the spoon collection? I was always rubbish at remembering to collect the spoons, so it's not a very good collection.

You'll have to excuse it.

[Apparently he hopes by just nattering away that he can put Eva at ease.]

Either you've got Phantom Tollbooth pockets or that's a very tiny shovel collection... [She digs through the pockets, until finding the pocket mirror and handing it to him.] I'll warn you, I'm prettier than you are.

Tiny spoon collection, I'll have you know the shovel one is respectable! [ Leaning forward and he plucks more than takes the mirror from Eva...Doctor Eva. Whatever she wants to be called.

He has to say, looking back on himself, that bowtie and tweed look excessively brilliant today. Don't mind the Doctor admiring himself. ]

You do have a lot of hair, don't you? [Peers in the mirror and runs his hand through her very not ginger hair]

I was speaking about tiny as in size, not as in quantity. I think a collection of tiny shovels would be fascinating if they were all miniature. [She takes a deep breath, adjusting to seeing someone else using her body. It's like some weird nightmare.] Mmhmm. Good genes. You have a lot of hair for a boy, too. It's poofy.

Be careful with that body, alright? It's got some wear and tear on it. Be careful with the shoulder and left leg.

Ah. Well then! [ Eva’s given him a new idea for a collection!] You should’ve seen me when I was young. It was even bigger.

[ Those were the days. You think all those lives and he would’ve gotten the ginger part right. The Doctor turns as Eva points out the problems and really, he’d been too distracted by her single human heart to notice what was really rather obvious once you got down to it. The Doctor reaches out to touch the shoulder in question, trying to peer over it, and it seems as if he’s trying to be as limber and rubbery as he would in his own body. ]

You’re right. You know, this could probably be fixed. [ Or at least he thinks so. TARDIS medical bay, easily. Even a backwater asteroid port should have something for this ]

It's big enough right now I'm sure you could hide things in it. Like one of those switchblade combs.

[She does feel...rather flexible. Moreso than she felt in her own body. Is this a second heartbeat she's hearing? She brings a pale hand to her chest, trying to figure it out.]

I've already had it taken care of by incredibly advanced alien technology. I was hamburger meat when they first put me back together. That I can use those body parts at all without a limp is a testament to their skill. [She tests out his right leg, having long forgotten what it's like to have full mobility.]

Well, I'm open to suggestions. Or you could surprise me and I'll find out once I get my body back.

[ That most certainly is a second heartbeat. She'll find she's overall superior to a human in most aspects, all topped off with marvelous hair and a fantastic sense of what counts as "cool". Eva, you couldn't have picked a better person to switch bodies with...unless you went with Donna Noble and got a chance at being ginger.

He recommends trying ginger.

The Doctor tests the leg, mirroring Eva. Well, he supposes in that case, the work is rather impressive. It doesn't quite seem like it's loose in the femur like Karis' and he hates to say it, but Eva's leg smells loads better than the zombie's rotting one. ]

Lucky you. So, bit of a leg here but all things considered, it's not a bad leg, is it?

[ He looks up at Eva/Doctor's face ]

Funny, I thought I had you figured out. I thought the idea of a switchblade comb would absolutely bemuse you.

[She shakes her - his? - head.] No, my body's fine, considering everything. Yours is...

[She twists at the waist, stretches his arms, cracks his neck.] Bendy. Flexible. Very healthy, from what I can feel, except I feel like I'm having arrhythmia with these double heartbeats. I know you don't drink, but what do you eat?

It's not much fun if you tell me what you're sticking in there.

[ He watches as she has a go at his body. It's weird to watch someone shorter and...well, more female-y playing around with it. Clearly they ought to body swap more often. ]

You'll get used to it and then you'll wonder how you ever managed with just one. [ Oh, right. Eva, big fan of drinking and naps under the table, he supposes. He makes an absent gesture like he wants to straighten his tweed jacket's lapels, only to realize he doesn't have any in Eva's body. ] Me? Oh, all sorts of things. Fish custard's a favorite.

[ He keeps playing with his new longer hair. It might not be ginger, but having it long is much more fun than he expected. ]

Maybe I'll only tell you it's a switchblade comb. Maybe it'll be something completely surprising, like a laser light to play with cats.

[She understands his compulsion to play with his lapels. She's already fidgeting in his body a lot more than he ever did. She reminds herself not to bite down on his lips or pick at his cuticles, as they may switch back soon and that would be rude.] I like empanadas. And curry.

Except now that isn't surprising either! Eva, you're not very good at surprises, you know. Someone ought to tell you that. [ Frowns at you. Frowns at you hard. ]

Curry, now there's an idea! Could you make curry from Stacy's sludge? [ He's fussing with her hair, still wishing it was ginger or that he could improve it and make it ginger. But that's cheating and anyway, it still wouldn't be really ginger, would it? At the very least he's interested watching Eva twitch about in his body. He hopes she feels as cool in it as he does, even without a proper hat. ]

[Maybe she's just messing with you, good Doctor. Perhaps then you'll be all the more surprised when it's a third option or nothing at all.]

You can use the Sensoriums to make pretend curry. It's better than no curry. Though I don't know if it would agree with these taste buds. I hear our tastes are ingrained since birth.

[She's not comfortable at all in this body, but she's hardly comfortable in her own, so that shouldn't be surprising.]

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