“A snack would be quite pleasurable… Thank you. And it’s a shame, really. Even if I wanted to teleport you, or could, there are simply too many eyes. Unfortunately, they’re trying to [i]stop[/i] me from teleporting.”

Dr. Gate had been so focused on her conversation with the guard and Lauden that she nearly jumped out of her skin with Sabriel’s greeting. She managed to hide her shock, though she bristled instead. Her skin prickled at resisting her own impulse. The Doctor scrunched its nose at Sabriel, looking him up and down.

“Good morning, [i]Doll[/i].” The word was said with utter vitriol. “I could almost agree with you, if you were not so wrong. The chocolate-hazelnut uncrustables are simply better.” It took the Doctor a minute to process Sabriel’s last question. Then she snorted, “And yes, you are quite cute. About the same level of cute as one of those ugly little Chihuahuas ladies put in their purse. Ah, and just as ferocious.”