The Doctor continued to pout about the injury that had clearly occurred to his leg---not the gunshot, the stitching---when Jack returned to his bedside. He took the note and gave it a look over.
"Must have a less than adequate translator," the Doctor said. He flicked his finger against the symbols. "But these. These don't translate for me. Which means they're probably not a language. Aren't a lot of languages in the universe I can't read. Might be a company symbol, or a name."
He handed the note back to Jack and looked over at the food and drink. His stomach was frightfully empty, too, but he couldn't help his worry. "Nothing this nice happens to us," he said. "Ever. Not even on Thau Beta 7, when Rose wore the wrong color shoes."
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Date: 2009-11-12 05:43 am (UTC)"Must have a less than adequate translator," the Doctor said. He flicked his finger against the symbols. "But these. These don't translate for me. Which means they're probably not a language. Aren't a lot of languages in the universe I can't read. Might be a company symbol, or a name."
He handed the note back to Jack and looked over at the food and drink. His stomach was frightfully empty, too, but he couldn't help his worry. "Nothing this nice happens to us," he said. "Ever. Not even on Thau Beta 7, when Rose wore the wrong color shoes."