I don't think many of us can say that we have, really. It gives us a fair bit of leeway in our actions.

( But she rises as well from where she'd knelt beside him, brushing off her knees with idle care and ensuring her staff has locked back down before it's slid into her boot once more. Clunky, perhaps, but she has nowhere else to store it on her person in the tight black suit. At least she isn't smeared in pastel moondust anymore; she'd had the chance to clean herself up with a damp cloth and a bit of soap, even if it wasn't a proper shower.

But he's asking her questions she has no answers to, so she looks apologetic as she just shakes her head. )

I'm afraid I'm not certain either; no one seems to know. But we may have answers once we arrive at the next destination.

And it was just a tease, I promise. I'm a doctor, not the doctor. And Angela is correct. It's nice to meet you properly.

( She offers him her hand, as she'd never gotten his name. Perhaps it would have helped sooner, but he had given in easily enough when he knew she was trying to help him. And now he's all right. It all worked out in the end, didn't it? )