Donna couldn't understand what the balding, older man was saying. The TARDIS wasn't translating at all , and she was wondering why it wasn't. It usually did.
She stole a glance at the Doctor , who was standing next to her. They had arrived at this market place , on an alien planet , looking around, buying souvenirs and trying the local delicacies , when they came across this man , who had jumped out at them from his stall, starting to ramble on , in fact, he was shouting. The Doctor had a look on his face, half confusion , and the other half, trying to figure out what was being yelled at them.
'Ohhh kay' the Doctor breathed, his hands raised in his air, he shot a look at Donna , and hissed ' Put your hands up , we are being arrested.. it looks like we weren't supposed to eat that banana..'
Donna held her hands up and hissed back
"This guy's speaking your native language, right?" She had worked it out
"Well, technically. I'm not familiar with the dialect. I understand about every fifth word."
So its not Gallifreyan? ' she hissed back , over the mans yelling.
'No, its like Gallifreyan though.. oh no , I DEMAND A LAWYER THIS ISN'T RIGHT!' the Doctor yelled, as they were handcuffed by another man, younger this time.
As they were being led away , handcuffed together, Donna muttered to the Doctor, who was still demanding legal help , his hair standing up on its own in fury.
' Of course a banana would get us into trouble one day'