[Hold on, bloodied and ragged armed woman trudging angrily through the snow? Not something the Doctor can resist. (Well, he can't resist someone in trouble, and she certainly is. The other attributes only serve to be both concerning and curious.)
He's not the most cautious in his approach, giant coat big on his gangly form and goggles obscuring part of his face, a hand on his head to keep the hood from flopping off as he bounds through the snow.]
Ahoy there! [Wait, that would be more appropriate if they were on the sea. Oh well, he's said it. Roll with it.] Excuse me, sorry, you look like you're in a spot of bother. A couple of spots. [Is that blood hers or someone else's?]
Come on then, let's get you inside before you turn into a popsicle. Would you like my coat? There's practically room enough for two in here.
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He's not the most cautious in his approach, giant coat big on his gangly form and goggles obscuring part of his face, a hand on his head to keep the hood from flopping off as he bounds through the snow.]
Ahoy there! [Wait, that would be more appropriate if they were on the sea. Oh well, he's said it. Roll with it.] Excuse me, sorry, you look like you're in a spot of bother. A couple of spots. [Is that blood hers or someone else's?]
Come on then, let's get you inside before you turn into a popsicle. Would you like my coat? There's practically room enough for two in here.