"You're in a chassis," Sarah repeats, glad the TARDIS hadn't taken offence to what she'd said earlier. "Look, I'm sorry, but I've never - I mean, I didn't realise you were a living thing at all."
Her eyes flicker as she remembers Hilda Winters, sneering at her while she explained to her that poor old K-1 was a thinking being - Miss Smith, this is absurd. I think you must be the sort of girl that gives motor cars pet names.
"I hope I never did anything, or said anything, or tracked my dirty shoes through you, or hit you, or... I thought you were just a sort of very clever car," she says.
Hit you, she thinks, making a mental leap and ending up somewhere she doesn't like. Something comes over her; she purses her mouth, tilts her head, and moves closer.
"I think I need to have a word with you," she begins, voice soft and sympathetic. "Because I don't think the Doctor realised you're a person either. I've seen the way he treats you sometimes. How when you don't go where he wants he kicks you, and calls you names. And sometimes, he goes over to the console and he's all -" she vaguely imitates the deep, mannered voice of the Bohemian, and mimes the particular sort of way he'd stalk over the console and caress its knobs - "yeees, yeeees, old girl - I mean, you don't have to put up with that treatment when all you're trying to do is work! I'm a feminist, and that's what I believe. You should leave him on a volcano for a few hours and run off, and he'd come with his floppy hat in his hand to beg for you back."
no subject
Her eyes flicker as she remembers Hilda Winters, sneering at her while she explained to her that poor old K-1 was a thinking being - Miss Smith, this is absurd. I think you must be the sort of girl that gives motor cars pet names.
"I hope I never did anything, or said anything, or tracked my dirty shoes through you, or hit you, or... I thought you were just a sort of very clever car," she says.
Hit you, she thinks, making a mental leap and ending up somewhere she doesn't like. Something comes over her; she purses her mouth, tilts her head, and moves closer.
"I think I need to have a word with you," she begins, voice soft and sympathetic. "Because I don't think the Doctor realised you're a person either. I've seen the way he treats you sometimes. How when you don't go where he wants he kicks you, and calls you names. And sometimes, he goes over to the console and he's all -" she vaguely imitates the deep, mannered voice of the Bohemian, and mimes the particular sort of way he'd stalk over the console and caress its knobs - "yeees, yeeees, old girl - I mean, you don't have to put up with that treatment when all you're trying to do is work! I'm a feminist, and that's what I believe. You should leave him on a volcano for a few hours and run off, and he'd come with his floppy hat in his hand to beg for you back."