[The look Clara sees — the one that seems like Newton — it slides away into a cold, passive expression again. Just as quickly, they turn their gaze to the Doctor, but it's not quickly enough; the dagger flies from their hand, and they hiss in pain under their breath at the sound of the sonic screwdriver as it works its magic on their weapon. Flung away... not too far.
Gritting their teeth, they lunge off Clara, scrambling for the blade that slides across the train floor.]
Christ, why can't any of you just relax?!
[Aaah, well.
Two birds, one stone; We'll just have to kill them both. What's it called, Newton? When you drive the same blade into two people's chests? Double-dipping?
Grabbing the knife by its handle, their gaze snaps to where the Doctor is rushing — moving to put himself between Clara and Newt, but also to try and find something to hurt him with no doubt. They lurch forward onto their feet and move to plunge the dagger wherever they can; best be swift on your feet, Doc.]
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Gritting their teeth, they lunge off Clara, scrambling for the blade that slides across the train floor.]
Christ, why can't any of you just relax?!
[Aaah, well.
Two birds, one stone; We'll just have to kill them both. What's it called, Newton? When you drive the same blade into two people's chests? Double-dipping?
Grabbing the knife by its handle, their gaze snaps to where the Doctor is rushing — moving to put himself between Clara and Newt, but also to try and find something to hurt him with no doubt. They lurch forward onto their feet and move to plunge the dagger wherever they can; best be swift on your feet, Doc.]