It's a thought voiced aloud more than an actual question; she isn't really expecting an answer. Looking up at the building, the brick and the rusty fire escape, Charley's reminded briefly of her trip to Manchester with the other Doctor, but she quickly shoves that thought out of the way.
The foyer, when the Doctor pushes the door open, is a little shabby and definitely smells of Chinese food, but it's clean, kept in good nick. And then-- of course-- the Doctor proceeds to lead her up five flights of stairs. By the time they've reached the top, she's panting slightly.
'What is it,' she asks through shallow breaths, 'about stairs? Running for my life, I'm absolutely fine, but as soon as I have to climb a load of stairs, you'd think I was in no kind of shape at all.'
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It's a thought voiced aloud more than an actual question; she isn't really expecting an answer. Looking up at the building, the brick and the rusty fire escape, Charley's reminded briefly of her trip to Manchester with the other Doctor, but she quickly shoves that thought out of the way.
The foyer, when the Doctor pushes the door open, is a little shabby and definitely smells of Chinese food, but it's clean, kept in good nick. And then-- of course-- the Doctor proceeds to lead her up five flights of stairs. By the time they've reached the top, she's panting slightly.
'What is it,' she asks through shallow breaths, 'about stairs? Running for my life, I'm absolutely fine, but as soon as I have to climb a load of stairs, you'd think I was in no kind of shape at all.'