The strangest thing about the soul was the total lack of nervousness about it. The person didn't feel as such to be walking into the space as much as they flowed freely into it. Like they'd been here many times before. Something about the sensation unnerved Cobra as a chill ran down his spine.
"Someone else just entered," he whispered. An outline of a person showed up moments later.
They sat down and took a moment before speaking. "Is this where I can find the Doctor?" Even with the scrambling of the voice, a certain charm radiated from the man–Cobra was sure it was one–that put him on guard. A rhythm in his voice that appeared perfectly natural, almost too natural. Perhaps a part of him remembered Brain's early speeches, filled with a smoothness that could only be seen as an act in hindsight, and inherently found something that echoed it distrustful.
"Yes, this is the Doctor, and, er, Assistant." She glanced at Cobra, who moved closer but stayed standing. Just in case.
"Oh? Two of you? How peculiar. Never mind that though, you're here to give me advice and advice I need. Or rather, an answer to a single question that's been on my mind."