"Fantastic!" he declared rather gleefully. "Um...give me a minute." He moved around a shelf, quickly changing into the uniform. He had a feeling Christine must have programed the machine with a setting related to his height or something because, surprisingly, it fit quite well--it was a tad loose, if anything, which was unusual for him.
"This'll work," he said, fiddling with the fabric of the shirt and still marvelling that he was in an actual, official uniform. Looking down at his discarded clothing, however, he frowned. Normally it wouldn't be a concern, but those trousers had the dimensionally transcendental pockets the Doctor had given him in them. Thinking about how to keep them with him in as non-obtrusive of a manner as possible, he stuffed the shirt and his trainers within the trousers, then attempted to stuff as much of the trousers as possible within the pockets as well--without creating some sort of transcendental loop, although the move did make him wonder if it would be possible to do so. But that would be something to look into when he wasn't a fugitive in some other universe, he decided.
"Yeah, probably a good idea that they can't track where I am." His words were somewhat absent, although he definitely meant what he'd said. But the truth was, as Christine was discussing more important matters, he was focusing the majority of his attention on leaning toward her to try to get a look at the badge that was about to become his. "What's the badge of?" he asked curiously before he'd even seen it properly.
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"This'll work," he said, fiddling with the fabric of the shirt and still marvelling that he was in an actual, official uniform. Looking down at his discarded clothing, however, he frowned. Normally it wouldn't be a concern, but those trousers had the dimensionally transcendental pockets the Doctor had given him in them. Thinking about how to keep them with him in as non-obtrusive of a manner as possible, he stuffed the shirt and his trainers within the trousers, then attempted to stuff as much of the trousers as possible within the pockets as well--without creating some sort of transcendental loop, although the move did make him wonder if it would be possible to do so. But that would be something to look into when he wasn't a fugitive in some other universe, he decided.
"Yeah, probably a good idea that they can't track where I am." His words were somewhat absent, although he definitely meant what he'd said. But the truth was, as Christine was discussing more important matters, he was focusing the majority of his attention on leaning toward her to try to get a look at the badge that was about to become his. "What's the badge of?" he asked curiously before he'd even seen it properly.