Oh, jeez. What just happened there? Did she lose track of what her face was doing again? She's been known to make some weird expressions when working, but she was pretty sure she'd been smiling just now.
"I'm not..." she starts to say, but the Doctor is on top of the conversation again, gesticulating with a mirror. What, does this have something to do with the appearance thing? She's already changed back, and furthermore she's obviously on edge about it.
She makes the curious and almost subconscious decision to transfer her attention to the little girl instead of the enthused scientist or the marvelously dimensionally aberrant room she's standing in. Must be some well-buried part of her is unexpectedly touched by Callie's embarrassment.
She crouches down beside her, getting on eye level. She remembers really appreciating it when adults did that for her at this... size (age being relative).
"I'm not scared," she promises. She reaches out and rests her hand on Callie's arm, she hopes comfortingly. She can only guess at what the green version of Callie is, whether it's natural or the mark of some kind of accident, disfigurement, who knows what. That she's ashamed of it is what's important. "It's okay to look different, sweetie."
She'd say more, or try to ask about this whole thing, but she's getting self-conscious about being all sincere and shit, and anyway there's stuff happening. She turns her attention to the Doctor, curious to see what he's on about, though she stays down on Callie's level as a potential support for whatever he's got planned with the mirror. Or something. Whatever. Comforting children, who even does this? No one can prove she did. She'll fight them.
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"I'm not..." she starts to say, but the Doctor is on top of the conversation again, gesticulating with a mirror. What, does this have something to do with the appearance thing? She's already changed back, and furthermore she's obviously on edge about it.
She makes the curious and almost subconscious decision to transfer her attention to the little girl instead of the enthused scientist or the marvelously dimensionally aberrant room she's standing in. Must be some well-buried part of her is unexpectedly touched by Callie's embarrassment.
She crouches down beside her, getting on eye level. She remembers really appreciating it when adults did that for her at this... size (age being relative).
"I'm not scared," she promises. She reaches out and rests her hand on Callie's arm, she hopes comfortingly. She can only guess at what the green version of Callie is, whether it's natural or the mark of some kind of accident, disfigurement, who knows what. That she's ashamed of it is what's important. "It's okay to look different, sweetie."
She'd say more, or try to ask about this whole thing, but she's getting self-conscious about being all sincere and shit, and anyway there's stuff happening. She turns her attention to the Doctor, curious to see what he's on about, though she stays down on Callie's level as a potential support for whatever he's got planned with the mirror. Or something. Whatever. Comforting children, who even does this? No one can prove she did. She'll fight them.