It's good to hear that Iman is so enthusiastic about visiting, and Calliope musters a bigger smile for her in response. And it's wonderful to hear a little more about this place that is apparently going to be her home for the time being. A home for her, nothing like the empty bleak nothingness of the void that lingered beneath everything even when she tried creating more comforting settings for herself. And how good of the TARDIS to be a space and time ship in addition to what very much seems like a whole extra universe unto itself.
She wants to ask how the Doctor managed to get so much space into the comparatively small box - is he perhaps a Hero of Space, as well? - but she can tell by Iman's expression that more over-her-head talk is imminent. And as fascinated as she is by the TARDIS, and as excited as she would be if the Doctor shared her aspect, she feels like she's already been talking far too much, as usual, and could do with a break from everyone's unbearably kind attentiveness. So she opts to stay quiet now, instead looking at herself in the mirror again. The image is still reassuringly a troll, and she does her best to let that cheer her, rubbing the green tears away and trying to push aside her anxieties regarding her brother.
So fortified, she looks up at the big imposing column again and finally wanders the three stairs up to it to examine it more closely. She's immediately charmed by the vibrant green illumination and the complicated mechanisms under the transparent bits of the panels, and by the way she catches glimpses of her own reflection in them. There's soft humming too, and things that whir and click rhythmically. Leaning against the edge of the panels, she reaches out with one hand to a spikey round little bit that's periodically spinning around its own axis, but dutifully doesn't touch anything without permission.
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She wants to ask how the Doctor managed to get so much space into the comparatively small box - is he perhaps a Hero of Space, as well? - but she can tell by Iman's expression that more over-her-head talk is imminent. And as fascinated as she is by the TARDIS, and as excited as she would be if the Doctor shared her aspect, she feels like she's already been talking far too much, as usual, and could do with a break from everyone's unbearably kind attentiveness. So she opts to stay quiet now, instead looking at herself in the mirror again. The image is still reassuringly a troll, and she does her best to let that cheer her, rubbing the green tears away and trying to push aside her anxieties regarding her brother.
So fortified, she looks up at the big imposing column again and finally wanders the three stairs up to it to examine it more closely. She's immediately charmed by the vibrant green illumination and the complicated mechanisms under the transparent bits of the panels, and by the way she catches glimpses of her own reflection in them. There's soft humming too, and things that whir and click rhythmically. Leaning against the edge of the panels, she reaches out with one hand to a spikey round little bit that's periodically spinning around its own axis, but dutifully doesn't touch anything without permission.