Small talk

"Oof, sorry Professor," the girl named Vivienne grunted as she burst through a rack of clothes and ran right into him, bouncing her head off of his chest. "Oh, did you find out where the end-of-time section is?"

With a shrug, he checked the tag on the clothing bag he'd just emptied out.

"It seems I have," he replied and then frowned. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your particular talent? I mean, why did the Doctor select you for this mission? I'm obviously here due to my extensive knowledge of nuclear engineering and rocket pack design, and Lyra's his own daughter, but from what background do you hail?"

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