'So, Jon, what's with all the blood?' Kendrick asked, eyeing Jonathan's bloodstained shirt as they walked towards Chance's office, in which the baby Centaurian was sleeping.
'Oh, right,' Jonathan looked down and began unbuttoning it. 'I had a bit of a messy morning. But all's well.'
'Ooh, Captain, are you going to strip for us?' Clara asked with a wink, stepping out of the lift.
'You know you want me to,' Jonathan said flirtatiously, making a show of his unbuttoning motions.
Clara snorted. 'Where's Alice? I've got her results for her.'
'Chance went to get her. She's in one of her murdering moods,' Jonathan shrugged. 'She should be back s
'So Caleb,' Clara said uncertainly, looking at the boy in front of her. 'Where are you from?'
'France,' Caleb answered shyly.
'Ooh, isn't that where Daft Punk is from?' Clara asked excitedly.
'Where what is from?' Chance asked confusedly.
'They're like this synthpop band,' Clara shrugged. 'I like them, they're really cool. I found this blog about them actually. It's really cool, follows their concerts and stuff. Better than scouring the depths of Youtube.'
'What are you talking about?' Caleb asked.
'You know, Youtube that video site on the internet?' Clara looked at him confusedly.
'The what?' Caleb shook his head. 'I have
Claire sat at her new desk and looked around at the large office space in which Alice's team was bustling around, dismantling the large piece of the crashed aircraft from the day before they'd transported to headquarters. Each piece was carefully studied and catalogued by Lisa and Fergus, who then passed on the pieces to Stuart and Bill to archive. Kai was fiddling with a large hard drive, apparently removed from the ship. Clara had come out of the lift looking panicked and had entered Jonathan's office. Alice had gotten an urgent call from Gareth before she'd finished explaining what she wanted from Claire, so Claire remained out of the way,