Character: Romanadvoratrelundar

Romana, like any Time Lord, quite easily forgot that the title of Doctor is President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey, Adjuster of the Eye of Harmony, Holder of Rassilon's Wisdom and Keeper of the Matrix, And So On, And So On.

- Oh, the past. The past is dead and buried.

- No, you can be sure of that, Ferein. When I return, your Agency, my Agency, will be put in place so quickly that you ... Things are changing. Gallifrey will no longer be the same. The turtles are about to start a stampede.

- I think just enjoy while it is.

- Yes. But the next question is: will we ever be able to do anything else?

Romana practically hung on the console ... well, that is, for the most part on a very large lever, to which someone taped a note: "Please, do not grab me in case of danger."

- What? - Romana hoped with all her heart that someone would shoot them. The doctors, of course, are the first.

“No, no,” the Doctor dismissed. - He got up and yelled for me to get off his apple tree. I explained to him about the force of gravity later, at dinner.

- And when you don't think about them? - Romana grumbled, not missing the opportunity to press the trigger again.

- Am I angry with you? I AM? Of course not. I'm angry about everything.

“Well, you know, he thinks I'm not as smart as he is.

If you think this is unbearable, just try to explain to her the second curve of impossible canceling vectors in the Blinovich constraint effect.

“Not bad,” Romana said. - Organized a revolution, was going to storm the Citadel. And yours?

Romana stared at it, rubbed it, and read the scoreboard. The Fault Locator informed her that the Fault Locator was defective.