Under almost any other circumstances, Iman would be at least moderately offended by the shush sound and gesture, but first of all again with her weird intrinsic desire to trust him, and second of all, shit, she was being pretty dismissive of Callie, wasn't she? Apparently she's only good at children until she's presented with basically anything else.
She shushes accordingly and watches them with bemusement, and then, further bemusedly, watches as the Doctor bounds into his box. She glances down at Callie, who is just as lost as she is on this point. Well that's a relief.
"Come... into the thing?" Okay, apparently that's what they're doing. Callie is already peeking in and seems amazed by what she sees, but that's not necessarily an objective indicator of how amazing a thing is. Trees seemed pretty new to her, after all. Maybe big phone booths are too.
Callie seems to disappear into the box, and Iman steps forward, feeling reluctant, like this is gonna get pretty crowded, isn't-
Oh.
Oh.
She stands in the doorway and gapes as well. After a moment of pure frozen bluescreened thoughtlessness, she shakes herself back to life and steps back out to perform the traditional ritual of scoping out the exterior to ensure that yes, in fact this box is a box of apparently finite dimensions, four outer walls, top there, bottom there, how is this happening. She returns to the entrance and steps inside, barely realizing she's now grinning like a child in a candy store.
"This is," she says, mostly just mumbling wildly to herself at this point. "This is fucking - W'Allahi, holy fucking shit, this is incredible, did you make this? How does it work? How-"
Too many questions, and there's still other things happening. She allows herself to trail off, forces her focus away from the wonderfully whirring and glowing central structure - some kind of console, looks like - and refocuses on her two companions. The Doctor's at the top of a staircase, rummaging through a closet or something, and Callie - oh, hey.
"There you are," she says with a little smile, coming to stand beside her. "I could have sworn you were green when you arrived."
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She shushes accordingly and watches them with bemusement, and then, further bemusedly, watches as the Doctor bounds into his box. She glances down at Callie, who is just as lost as she is on this point. Well that's a relief.
"Come... into the thing?" Okay, apparently that's what they're doing. Callie is already peeking in and seems amazed by what she sees, but that's not necessarily an objective indicator of how amazing a thing is. Trees seemed pretty new to her, after all. Maybe big phone booths are too.
Callie seems to disappear into the box, and Iman steps forward, feeling reluctant, like this is gonna get pretty crowded, isn't-
Oh.
Oh.
She stands in the doorway and gapes as well. After a moment of pure frozen bluescreened thoughtlessness, she shakes herself back to life and steps back out to perform the traditional ritual of scoping out the exterior to ensure that yes, in fact this box is a box of apparently finite dimensions, four outer walls, top there, bottom there, how is this happening. She returns to the entrance and steps inside, barely realizing she's now grinning like a child in a candy store.
"This is," she says, mostly just mumbling wildly to herself at this point. "This is fucking - W'Allahi, holy fucking shit, this is incredible, did you make this? How does it work? How-"
Too many questions, and there's still other things happening. She allows herself to trail off, forces her focus away from the wonderfully whirring and glowing central structure - some kind of console, looks like - and refocuses on her two companions. The Doctor's at the top of a staircase, rummaging through a closet or something, and Callie - oh, hey.
"There you are," she says with a little smile, coming to stand beside her. "I could have sworn you were green when you arrived."