Lounging across the sofa in her dressing gown, accompanied by a pipe, she finally took a moment to breathe after the rather hectic day- to say the least. Her choice of dress was risky, she supposed- at least until the Doctor had become so accustomed to her appearance that he ceased to bother noticing anything out of the ordinary in her looks- but with the man tired out so from the days' 'expedition' she had decided the risk to be acceptable. After all, her mind spoke up idly, dragging oneself across London so with a war wound was hardly going to leave a person well-rested, especially not when the man had done it with such vigour, excited as he was to finally see 'his' profession.
This train of thought (and its unexpected content- that almost of concern) took her out of her previously calm state of mind. What had started as a 'test'- admittedly one that had gotten rather out of control- had ended up as something altogether different. And not, she thought with disdain, something she was altogether happy with. A developing sense of familiarity was to be expected after recent developments, she knew, but that did not change the fact that it was... more than unwelcome- damaging.
She was rather forcibly reminded of just why such a description was accurate (and really, such a lapse with a mind like hers was unforgivable- it must have been the late hour) upon feeling the pain in her chest from binding as she shifted at the thought. Despite any efforts she made to clamp down on it, an embarrassingly familiar well of bitterness welled up at it; even to a cold one such as her, such a reminder of her pitiable state- the very body some cruel God had decided she deserved- was unwelcome.
Lifting herself up in agitation, her eyes cast to the case she had purchased but some days ago, and indirectly, the bottle inside. Well. She had been meaning to experiment with doses and see how it would affect her, after all, and what better time than when she had nothing to occupy her? Perhaps it would supply stimulation. After all, that train of thought was one that never led anywhere interesting or useful. Not in the slightest. And tomorrow, well, she was sure her demeanour would be plenty to ascertain the goo- the Doctor was aware of just where friendship was applicable, and where it was not.
A/N: ...OK, that was long. Oops. And not nearly cracky enough. ^^;