[Well, that's reassuring. Oswin briefly glances over her shoulder to convey that in a look before a glint of silver catches her eye.
A shining pole-arm hangs on the wall nearby, standing stark against the rust and decay of the asylum in Oswin's mind. Her eyebrows briefly raise, but regardless, she quietly pads her way over.]
Something a bit more subtle would've been nicer. [Her voice is still a murmur as she eyes the weapon skeptically. It's not exactly big, but that doesn't mean it's not heavy, and Oswin hasn't such much as touched a blaster, much less the medieval-looking mace on the wall in front of her.
She glances back at the Doctor, uncertainty in her eyes.]
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Date: 2013-07-15 04:29 pm (UTC)A shining pole-arm hangs on the wall nearby, standing stark against the rust and decay of the asylum in Oswin's mind. Her eyebrows briefly raise, but regardless, she quietly pads her way over.]
Something a bit more subtle would've been nicer. [Her voice is still a murmur as she eyes the weapon skeptically. It's not exactly big, but that doesn't mean it's not heavy, and Oswin hasn't such much as touched a blaster, much less the medieval-looking mace on the wall in front of her.
She glances back at the Doctor, uncertainty in her eyes.]