[What can he do... Luce's mind races with ideas- ]
[And then pain cracks down, suddenly enough to make her wince back. Her hand rises up, like the pressure applied can make it stop. The block in her own mind is so obvious it makes her want to rage, but even her anger is smothered for now. She has to take a deep breath, trying to ease the throbbing.]
I'm sorry, Bill... I've been unwell, lately. [Who's fault is that, she wonders.] A shame that Doctor isn't a real one, isn't it?
[A purposeful namedrop, the most she can give right now.]
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[And then pain cracks down, suddenly enough to make her wince back. Her hand rises up, like the pressure applied can make it stop. The block in her own mind is so obvious it makes her want to rage, but even her anger is smothered for now. She has to take a deep breath, trying to ease the throbbing.]
I'm sorry, Bill... I've been unwell, lately. [Who's fault is that, she wonders.] A shame that Doctor isn't a real one, isn't it?
[A purposeful namedrop, the most she can give right now.]