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Her guard wasn't dropping, but Lucy wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or push him into being angry again. Even if he was possibly happy because of expected violence. There wasn't enough to indicate it for sure.
"How could I say no to that?" Lucy asked, the dryness still palpable but softened as she moved to and pushed open the door slowly.
Actual new planet. Actual new aliens. Not the end.
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The way she says that causes him to raise an eyebrow once again. Her behavior had been raising various flags ever since the moment. He had tried to ignore it, but with each flag she raised it became harder and harder to ignore. Slowly he turns towards her, a curious look on his face. "Ah, before we head out, I don't believe I caught your n..." He steps out behind her, and right into the barrel of a loaded gun. "...It can wait."
Lucy almost laughed as they found themselves face to face with the barrel of a gun. It was so terribly poetic.
"Can you go anywhere without attracting violence, sweetie?" Lucy asked, using the same term he had earlier. She stepped close enough to get a look at the strangers, without being directly in the line of fire. Although, she supposed that could change at any time. "Is this a no parking zone?"
"It does seem to be a specialty of mine, yes." He attempts to lower the gun with the question mark end of his umbrella only to have the thing shoved in his face by the woman holding it for his trouble. "Shut up! Who are you two? And what is that... That," She points the barrel of the gun at the TARDIS before quickly pointing the gun back at The Doctor. "...Thing!?"
Lucy was honestly surprised the woman was still alive, almost as surprised as she was to find out that the woman was not - in fact - a dog without a nose. This wasn't a planet of just women, was it? Was that what Harry had meant when he referred to them as dogs?
"This is Barcelona?" Lucy asked doubtfully, stiffening as the gun came back in front of Harry's face. He seemed more offended than bothered by the gesture, which she certainly had not expected. This face was good at surprising her. Lucy was so determined to tell the panicking woman that the man she was pointing a gun at was the Master and that she was his wife, but that was not, most likely, a way to a peaceful solution. ANd a peaceful solution would be so nice.
"We're honeymooning. This is his ship. Well, I suppose it wasn't always his," she trailed off, thinking of the hummingbird she thought of as a friend. "Would you like to see?"
"Honeymooning?" Both the woman and The Doctor speak in unison, as they look at Lucy, before looking back to each other. "Ah yes," He replies, nodding, as he touches his chin. "We are on our honeymoon. So if you would be so kind to put the gun down." He looks her directly in the eyes, as the woman hesitantly lowers the gun.
Lucy just met Harry's eyes steadily, willing him to go along with it and not start out their first trip with bloodshed. Even if he did think these people were dogs. Seeing him manipulate the other woman to cooperation instead, Lucy relaxed and slid closer to him. She looped on arm around his affectionately and gave the woman a winning smile as the stranger slowly backed off. The woman didn't seem fully convinced, but she did seem less trigger happy.
"Now then, why don't we..." He reaches forward with his umbrella, and taps the gun with it, a small, warm smile tugging at his lips. "...put that silly thing down, hm?" The woman looks to the gun, and frowns, before dropping it with a sigh. "Okay, so you're on your honeymoon? What kind of ship is that? I've never seen anything like it before."
Lucy slid the gun into her own possession with a mental thanks to Oracle. It probably wouldn't go smoothly if Harry noticed her acquiring another firearm around him.
She gave the woman a tight non-smile. She didn't particularly enjoy talking to others for no reason. And this was a non reason now that the woman was unarmed.
So the blonde shrugged, then danced past her to explore wherever they had landed.
"Harry", however notices her acquisition of the firearm, and places a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. He was having none of that, and judging by the harsh expression on the other woman's face, neither was she. "Why don't you... Give me the pistol, 'Honey'?" He muses, extending his hand expectantly, a frown seemingly etched into his features as if they were stone.
Lucy had stiffened at his touch, and irritation that he'd drawn attention to what she was doing. Lucy had been studying with Oracle long enough to pickpocket without being noticed IF someone didn't draw a neon sign to it. He'd followed after her just to scold her!
The thought burned her up. She'd thought perhaps his offer to take her with him had meant they were starting over with each other, but here he was. Judging her. Finding her wanting.
Not trusting her for perfectly valid reasons.
"Afraid I'll use it on you again, darling?" Lucy stared at his face but didn't move. She didn't feel the same compulsion she'd had with her Harry or even with the woman from the shop. There was a pressure, yes, but she disagreed so strongly, was so personally offended... and wasn't that new?
Iblîs would be so proud of her.
She skipped closer to Harry, keeping a firm grip on the weapon, and kissed his cheek before dancing away again.
"I'd rather not, sweetie. If it's all the same. We both know you don't need it, not with your laser screwdriver."
This time, she danced out of sight with her prize, giddily proud of herself.
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