[Breath caught in his throat as he recognized her laying on the couch and he narrowed his eyes a little. Was she breathing? Was she alright? Turning, he eyed the entrance to her house and worked the knob, only to find it locked. There was no way he was leaving this here, so he went back to the window and pounded on it, in an attempt to get her attention]
Vastra!
[Was the window open? No, but he wasn't going to quit there, he moved back to the door and checked for a key somewhere-- old habits from home did die hard, even if they were older than surviving zombie hordes. Travelling without a knife was something he used to do but not now, and he worked to jimmy the lock of Vastra's door open.
Okay, so maybe it was a little dramatic, but she knew about how he and Jack met. Sometimes things were dramatic. Pressing the door open, he closed it behind, giving a look left and right to make sure no one had incapacitated her. Verifying that, he stepped forward, concern on his face when he hovered over her]
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Vastra!
[Was the window open? No, but he wasn't going to quit there, he moved back to the door and checked for a key somewhere-- old habits from home did die hard, even if they were older than surviving zombie hordes. Travelling without a knife was something he used to do but not now, and he worked to jimmy the lock of Vastra's door open.
Okay, so maybe it was a little dramatic, but she knew about how he and Jack met. Sometimes things were dramatic. Pressing the door open, he closed it behind, giving a look left and right to make sure no one had incapacitated her. Verifying that, he stepped forward, concern on his face when he hovered over her]
Vastra, what's wrong?