[It takes her a second, because she's thinking about the discomfort of the sea snake goo stuck in her bra, but she looks over at Clara, arching one brow and fighting back a smirk.]
I bet it glitters. Everything glitters in fucking space, if you go by Flash Gordon.
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[Like she was one to talk. Queen Lush, here.]
I think I'd rather stick up at the station. At least there's no fucking mud or sea snakes.
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[She gives a teasing little smile.]
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I bet it glitters. Everything glitters in fucking space, if you go by Flash Gordon.
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What the hell is a Flash Gordon, and how much experience have they had in space?
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[She'd lived her own version of that nightmare, and she felt she was an authority on it.]
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Or a group of travelers walks into the deep, dark woods of an alien planet.
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... And almost got eaten by a sea monster. So... yeah.
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