Clara slipped into the kitchen and

Clara slipped into the kitchen and immediately leaned against the wall beside the door. She took a deep breath. This was only meant to be a quick stop by her place to wrap up some loose ends… Ashildr was out doing the same, and due back at any time. How had he managed to find their diner? She was certain she had cloaked it properly, with a psychic field that was supposed to make it so terribly mundane that nobody would take a second look at it. And of all people, it had to be him…

With each test she was understanding more and more that he truly was not the Doctor, but her eyes and ears refused to accept it. Sure, his hair was cropped a bit closer, but that was how he had looked when he first regenerated. His eyes were the same: piercing seafoam, flashing with cunning. His face, every line she had memorized was there. Same height and build. Though he had a slightly different fashion sense, it still reminded her of the Doctor: his steely grey jumper was slim-fitted and minimalistic, something the Time Lord certainly could have been seen wearing.

And his voice… it was seriously the same voice. Plus a few expletives here and there, of course, but otherwise an exact replica. Though the things he was saying… definitely more forthright than the Doctor had ever dared to be. She had to focus on that. Malcolm was saying all the things she had always wanted to hear, that her Gallifreyan “friend” never could.

He is not the same man. He is Malcolm Tucker, and you need to stop being weird before you scare him off. Clara straightened up, and procured some cheese fries from the TARDIS’ food machine. Convenient, that. She smoothed the front of her dress, then pushed through the doors and returned to the table where Malcolm sat patiently.

He looked so openly pleased to see her, not the fries, though he politely ate a few. Clara sat across from him again. She liked that he didn’t look away from her after a few moments of gazing; normally the Doctor would have averted his eyes at some point. But Malcolm’s eyes were fixed on her, determined to not miss a single expression.

“So, Malcolm. Tell me more. What should I know about you?”

“Am I being interrogated? Frankly, I’ve had my fill of that for a dozen lifetimes. What about you? You haven’t told me a thing aside from your name. It’s only fair.”

He had a good point. Surely his comment about a dozen lifetimes was purely coincidental. Clara dismissed it. “Okay, well, I’m from Blackpool, used to be a school teacher at Coal Hill, and then I started traveling a bit. A lot, actually.”

結果 (中文) 1:

克拉拉溜进厨房，立即靠在门旁边的墙。她深深地吸了一口气。这只是为了能快速停止由她地方换了一些枝节问题......Ashildr 正在外面做相同，并在任何时候返。他设法找到他们的晚餐如何？她确信她遮掩了它正确，是为了使它极度平庸，没有人会看第二它的心理场。所有的人，这就是他......与每个测试她了解越来越多，他真的并不是医生，但她的眼睛和耳朵拒绝接受它。肯定的是，他把头发剪短了近一点，但那是他第一次再生时他已经看上去。他的眼睛是一样︰ 穿孔海泡石，闪烁着狡猾。他的脸，她背完每一行在那里。相同的高度和生成。虽然他已经略有不同的时尚感，它仍然提醒她的医生︰ 他钢铁般的灰色毛衣苗条-被套，而简约，时间领主的东西当然可能被人看见穿着。他的声音......它严重是相同的声音。再加上几个粗口在这里和那里，当然，但另有一模一样的复制品。虽然事情他说......肯定更直率比医生都不敢要。她不得不专注于此。马尔科姆说她一直想要听到的她的 Gallifreyan"朋友"永远不可能所有的事情。他不是同一人。他是马尔科姆 · 塔克，和你需要停止做古怪的事之前你吓跑了。克莱拉直起腰来，和采购一些奶酪薯条从 TARDIS 的食品机械。方便，。她平滑的她的裙子前面，推门进去，然后回到桌旁时，马尔科姆耐心地坐着。他看上去如此公开高兴地见到她，不是炸薯条，虽然他有礼貌地吃了几个。克拉拉再一次坐在他对面。她很喜欢，看起来并没有离开她的凝视; 几分钟后通常医生会避免了他的眼睛在一些点。但马尔科姆的眼睛盯着她，决心不错过单个表达式。"所以，马尔科姆。告诉我更多。什么我应该了解你？""现在我正在审讯吗？坦率地说，我已经我填充的那十几生存期。你呢？你没告诉我一件事情，除了你的名字。它是只公平。他有一个好的点。当然他的评论十几个生存期是纯属巧合。克莱拉不屑一顾。"好吧，好吧，我是从布莱克浦，曾经是一个学校的老师在煤山和后来了些旅行。有很大实际"

結果 (中文) 3:

克拉拉悄悄地走进厨房，紧靠在门旁边的墙上。她深吸了一口气。这只是意味着是一个急停在她所包裹的收尾…ashildr出去做同样的事，因为在任何时候回来。他是如何找到自己的晚餐？她确信她遮掩得当，跟一个精神的领域，是为了使它非常平凡，没有人会看它一眼。和所有的人，它必须是他…随着每一个测试，她越来越了解，他真的不是医生，但她的眼睛和耳朵拒绝接受它。当然，他的头发剪得更近了一点，但这是他第一次再生时的样子。他的眼睛是一样的：穿水蓝，闪动着狡猾。他的脸，她记得的每一条线都在那里。相同高度和建立。虽然他有一个稍微不同的时尚感，也让她想起了医生：他钢铁般的灰色毛衣是苗条的拟合和简约的，什么时间上帝肯定会被看到穿着。和他的声音……这是严重的相同的声音。再加上一些粗话在这里和那里，当然，否则一个一模一样的复制品。虽然他说的话…肯定比医生敢更直率。她必须专注于这一。马尔科姆说她一直想听到的东西，她gallifreyan“朋友”不可能。他不是同一个人。他是马尔科姆塔克，你不要怪你之前把他吓跑。克拉拉直起腰来，并取得了些奶酪薯条从Tardis的食品机械。方便，那。她把衣服的前面，然后推开门，回到马尔科姆坐的地方，耐心地坐在那里。他看上去很公开高兴地看到她，而不是薯条，虽然他礼貌地吃了几。克拉拉又坐在他对面。她喜欢在几分钟的凝视后，他没有离开她，通常医生会避免他的眼睛在某一点上。但马尔科姆的眼睛盯着她，决心不错过一个单一的表达。“所以，马尔科姆。告诉我更多。我应该知道你什么？““我被问过吗？坦率地说，我已经有我的填充，几十个寿命。那你呢？除了你的名字之外，你还没有告诉我一件事。这是公平的。”他有一个好的观点。他大约十几世评论纯属巧合。克拉拉驳回了它。“好的，好的，我从布莱克浦，曾在煤炭山学校的老师，然后我开始旅行一点。很多，其实。”