Functional Art

Koitya rolled her eyes, getting used to the difference in height and weight before taking a few experimental steps. There, much better. Her eyes began to search the Med Bay, noting the Doctor's leaving before properly looking for what she needed. Something sharp, pointy - a scalpel. It's a Med Bay, there's got to be one somewhere, right? After a few moments of rummaging, she was heading towards the console room, the metal blade gleaming in her hand. She laughed, holding it up for the Doctor to see as she took a few more steps inside, making sure to keep her distance from the Time Lord. 'I think you forget, I'm holding the cards. You want her back, right? Well what's stopping me from killing her, right here, right now?' She brought the scalpel up to her neck, grinning madly. 'I've got nothing to live for, I don't care if I die, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't let her go, would you? So how about you at least consider a deal before getting your precious little human killed? One cut, that's all it would take.' She really hoped her threat would work. She wasn't sure if she'd do it or not, but that was the only thing she had to negotiate with.

Koitya nearly sighed in relief, moving the blade away from her neck. 'Alright, now we're getting somewhere.' Pocketing the scalpel, she began walking towards the console to examine the controls, talking as she looked. 'All I want is time. Give me one Earth month - that's 30 days, isn't it? 30 days in my timeline and a ride to Shoahn. By then I'll have a much better host - this one's much too weak and her hair is a dead giveaway. Then again, she is easier to hide, and I could always dye it...' She trailed off, pulling a few strands in front of her face with a frown. 'Oh, yes, right. You let me use the girl for one month, and you can have her back alive. And you know what a good deal that is - you pointed it out yourself. I'm not one for taking care of my hosts.'

She stopped in front of the Doctor, arms crossed as she looked up at his face curiously. He really cared, didn't he? He was truly worried about what would happen to her... Well that only made the deal easier to make, didn't it? Only problem was finding him once her time was up, but they could always arrange a meeting point. That's what she usually did when she made deals.

Koitya narrowed her eyes at the Time Lord, considering the deal. Two weeks. Was it long enough? Sure, she did have a bit of time, but it was considerably less than she'd hoped for. Then again, it was probably the only deal she was going to get out of him. '... Deal. Two weeks. Then back here.' She sighed, scowl set on her face. Just for that, she wanted to hurt her. She wanted to leave a few bruises, just to upset him. But she couldn't. Because it would mean certain death. However he managed to get the upper-hand on this one, she'd never figure out. Standing in silence, she waited until she was where she needed to be. She had a job to do, after all, and not very much time to do it.

No killing? Well... Good luck with that one, Doctor. Rolling her eyes, Koitya crossed her arms and hurried out of the TARDIS before he changed his mind, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to figure out he just got conned. If he was going to do all that to her, she was just going to ditch the body here, dead or alive. Maybe even just leave a note with some coordinates. Might as well make it fun and do a little damage, too. Grumbling under her breath, she began to rush down the sidewalk, making an agenda of things to do in her head - first being dye this horrible hair and get some better cloths.

((So i lied.. it never got much longer x_x))