Third Person POV
Turning around, Sam surveyed the console of the time machine. "Ooh! Savi, look at this!" she exclaimed. "I can navigate the TARDIS…with my eyes closed."
Savi, being always the supporter, said, "No you can't."
"Just watch me," Sam replied. She then closed her eyes and walked towards the console. "Here's the zigzag plotter. And here are the blue stabilizers. And here's the typewriter thing that has no real purpose. And here's the scannery thingamabob. And…..the pool is this way."
Sam thrust out her hand and started walking a little bit to the left of the console, therefore slamming into a pole.
"I meant this way," and she turned the other way and continued walking.
"Well then," Savi commented. "I wonder if she'll actually find-" SPLASH!
"OW!" Sam yelled. "You didn't tell us it was this shallow!"
"Is the screwdriver okay?" Savi called.
"Yeah, it's fine. And I'm fine too, thanks for bloody asking!" Sam made sure to do her best British accent for emphasis.
"Wait a minute," the Doctor suddenly said in realization. "That was a British accent! Which means… you don't normally have them. Which means…you're AMERICANS!"
"No duh," both girls commented, Sam still from the pool.
Two hours and three boxes of fish custard later, it was time to get down to business.
"I have some questions." The Doctor started
"Yes, no, maaaaaaaybeeeee, cheese, and NO DUH!" Sam 'answered'.
"Questions come before answers, Sammykins." Savi replied, nonchalantly licking the custard spoon.
"….. As I was saying" the Doctor continued, "two questions. Since when did torchwood employ time agents?"
"Well-" Sam started
"It was thought up by a woman named Helena Sannafey. Jack was against it, but he got overruled. That reminds me, have you ever seen Jack throw a temper tantrum? Because it is Hi-larious" Savi interrupted.
"Erm…. No." the Doctor replied. "Anyway. Why were River and Jack in a bar. Together. Ever.
"River was sad. She was sad because. Because you didn't know her" cue fake tears "Jack helped cheer her up." She finished, glad Savi let her have this one, regret it as she may.
"How?" the Doctor demanded.
"By talking to her. What did you think I meant?" Sam inquired.
"uhm." The Doctor cleared his throat. "Wich brings us to our next question. Since when are time agents so young?"
Savi stopped licking her fingers in time to chorus with Sam in a devious "Spoilers."