Oh, it wouldn't be any sort of trouble. These things do happen. [...says the alien shapeshifting lizard] ...Are you going to be a different shape?
[Sure, she might be descended from humans, more or less, but that doesn't really mean anything, in the long run.]
No, no, not here. [He turns to face her as he says it, and the action fits neatly, gracefully; not the cramped and awkward shuffle of a large creature trying to turn in a space that's halfway too small (and it explains some of the oddities of the TARDIS, besides; the way she seems built to hold a larger creature than just two simple humanoids - corridors wider, door handles just a little lower).] Elsewhere. Out in the universe. More humanoid species than draconoid, you see - you just can't get the corridors made right.
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[Sure, she might be descended from humans, more or less, but that doesn't really mean anything, in the long run.]
No, no, not here. [He turns to face her as he says it, and the action fits neatly, gracefully; not the cramped and awkward shuffle of a large creature trying to turn in a space that's halfway too small (and it explains some of the oddities of the TARDIS, besides; the way she seems built to hold a larger creature than just two simple humanoids - corridors wider, door handles just a little lower).] Elsewhere. Out in the universe. More humanoid species than draconoid, you see - you just can't get the corridors made right.