“Then you must be mistaken, how can a TARDIS be a person. What did you do, Narvin? Who is the poor soul you have ex-perimented on” Leela pulled her knife out.
Romana’s mouth twisted in dry amusement, and she let out a heavy sigh. There was a hint of nostalgia, but no joy in the way she spoke. There was a hint of bitterness, just a hint. “Yes. Just like old times.”
“Leela,” the Time Lady responded passively, “put the knife away; Narvin here hasn’t been experimenting on anyone…as far as I’m aware at least. It is perfectly possible for a TARDIS to become fully sentient, particularly the later models.” She glanced at Narvin. “However, my TARDIS was never stripped of it’s Presidential status, meaning it has access codes and security installations that yours doesn’t, Coordinator. Not to mention a rather nice Presidential suite on the 102nd corridor, second floor.”
Narvin opened his mouth, but quickly shut it, being speechless was a rare thing for him. “Madam President,” he mumbled.
Romana raised her eyebrows at him. “Yes, Coordinator? Anything to add?” she asked innocently. Secretly she was enjoying the moment. It wasn’t often Narvin was lost for words.
She continued coolly adjusting the controls on her TARDIS. “I’ve fitted a randomiser to the guidance systems. It should help with preventing us from being traced - or at least minimise the chances of us being found. I’ve seen it work enough times before on threats far greater than Pandora… Although before we all get settled - Narvin, if you need time to park your ‘super’ TARDIS somewhere suitable where it won’t be disturbed, now is the time to speak up. There is no way of knowing how long this might take.”
“She will be fine,” he mumbled as he was still trying think of something to say about Romana’s TARDIS being better than his.
“Do not tell me Romana has bested you Narvin? Poor Narvin lost for words” Leela Laughed.