The Doctor adjusted his top hat and cuff-links and then stopped. The corridor to his left was pitch black- he'd removed all the lights when Felix had come aboard. The Doctor didn't want his new friend wondering down that particular hall. In fact, the Doctor himself didn't want to go down it unless he absolutely had to. But this was an emergency...
He frowned and glanced from side to side, and then scuttled into the darkness.
Missy was always reading; always something filthy, always a huge, rictus grin on her face. The Doctor rapped on the glass, and she held up a finger, traced the last few lines with her eyes, snickered gleefully, and then put the book down.
"I know you know how to speed read," The Doctor commented.
"I just like to make you wait," she smirked, "keeps you eager." She looked him up and down, taking in his costume, "Are you going to a party?" She gasped and squealed with delight, "Will there be games?"
"There's a Jarofvex on the loose." The Doctor cut to the point; he didn't want to give Missy any avenues into his head. "In Regency Enland. It's posing as a human. Why?"
"Well I don't know, dear; why is a raven like a writing desk? Other than they both burn if you use enough gasoline." She stood up from her hed and took a step towards the glass, "The real question is- why are you asking me for help?"
"You're a megalomaniac, Missy, and a stone cold murderer to boot. I thought you could provide me with some insight into the twisted mind of someone who'd kill an entire planet for a light snack."
"Well, I can't deduce that much from inside here, now, can I? But if you just let me pop out for a moment to take a look around, I'm sure I could really...take a shot at it." Her eyes widened and she grinned wickedly.
"Why did I think you'd be of any use?" The Doctor asked himself, shaking his head and turning to go.
"There must be something blocking the core." Missy called out to him and he stopped, caught in the shadows of the hall, "My guess is, someone else wanted to use it so they got there first and sealed it off. It's probably trying to figure out who- sniff around as a human, ask around a bit, establish yourself as trustworthy and law-abiding and then stab them all in the night. That's what I'd do." She seemed almost wistful at the thought.
"That's disgusting," The Doctor said, still not turning to face her.
"Well, it's much easier than stabbing them in the day," She cackled and the Doctor set off down the corridor. Missy picked her book back up and smiled to herself, "He still wants me."