[He gives her a sidelong glance of his own. After a moment he scoffs and rolls his eyes, fluttering a hand at her as if her concerns are gnats he can shoo away.]
Don't be ridiculous. [He points at the binoculars.] I promised you the birth of a species, didn't I? What's the use of bringing you here if you miss it?
[In the marsh below, the first of the eggs begins to peel away from its occupant. The creature unfurls like a tightly coiled fern; first its back uncurls, then the six legs tightly clamped to its belly unfold.
It's almost cute, really, like someone crossed a salamander with a doberman.
Just as the creature is paddling toward the edge of the pool, the ground beneath the Doctor and Clara's feet shakes. Loose scree slides down the outcropping and the Doctor finds himself staggering to keep his feet. The tremor passes quickly, and he straightens, clearly disconcerted.]
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Don't be ridiculous. [He points at the binoculars.] I promised you the birth of a species, didn't I? What's the use of bringing you here if you miss it?
[In the marsh below, the first of the eggs begins to peel away from its occupant. The creature unfurls like a tightly coiled fern; first its back uncurls, then the six legs tightly clamped to its belly unfold.
It's almost cute, really, like someone crossed a salamander with a doberman.
Just as the creature is paddling toward the edge of the pool, the ground beneath the Doctor and Clara's feet shakes. Loose scree slides down the outcropping and the Doctor finds himself staggering to keep his feet. The tremor passes quickly, and he straightens, clearly disconcerted.]