It's less a question than a statement, and a disbelieving statement, at that - complete with arched eyebrows that threaten to climb up and disappear into his bangs. Or the part of the bangs that are still visible under his helmet, anyway. There's still enough of them there that the disbelief on his face is fairly easy to see, regardless.
"Aye, and I'm the King of Scotland. Look, I don't know what your game is, but I'm not so sure I care for it. It might've been some time since I've seen the Doctor, but I remember what he looks like. And you don't look a thing like him." The hand that's not holding the torch shifts, moving closer to a sword that's slung on his side, although he doesn't go to pull it free of the scabbard just yet. "So how about telling me who you really are?"
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It's less a question than a statement, and a disbelieving statement, at that - complete with arched eyebrows that threaten to climb up and disappear into his bangs. Or the part of the bangs that are still visible under his helmet, anyway. There's still enough of them there that the disbelief on his face is fairly easy to see, regardless.
"Aye, and I'm the King of Scotland. Look, I don't know what your game is, but I'm not so sure I care for it. It might've been some time since I've seen the Doctor, but I remember what he looks like. And you don't look a thing like him." The hand that's not holding the torch shifts, moving closer to a sword that's slung on his side, although he doesn't go to pull it free of the scabbard just yet. "So how about telling me who you really are?"