[Arthur looks up when he gets that nagging "Somebody's watching you" feeling, and he catches the tail-end Narvin staring. Shit. Stupid reflexive throat clearing. This just adds another level of awkwardness to everything. He glances away and rubs the back of his neck. He doesn't want to acknowledge this, he doesn't want to acknowledge this...]
Did you... [He's keeping his eyes firmly on his communicator. He doesn't even want to look at the suit the Time Lord's disposing of.] have any luck with your repairs?
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Did you... [He's keeping his eyes firmly on his communicator. He doesn't even want to look at the suit the Time Lord's disposing of.] have any luck with your repairs?
[There. A nice, neutral, distracting question.]