"Well that certainly could have been handled better," Ellie grumbled to herself, stopping a little ways down the hall from the open door where she could hear the others speaking.
Her hands shook despite her best efforts. The hot liquid of the tea pot threatened to spill over the blankets draped over her arm, but fortunately she had enough experiance contending with her own fear she was able to keep that from happening. She didn't appreciate the fact this inconvenience was a direct result of the boogeymen Dalek had decided to whip out. Even hell hounds were a kinder option than the legion. And to top it all off, he'd gone and called Fifi's nana a liar to the girl's face! It was clear the chef had no tact.
