The Doctor growled a little bit, glancing across the room. "I suppose that's what I get for arriving late." he muttered to Freisener. "Good, I hate parties." He drained what was left of his champagne with a single gulp, placing it back on the bar. "I'll run into you at some point, if you're worth talking to." he said in a kind voice. "Which, I believe you are. I'll be on the Khonsu later, with whiskey, if you're interested. I think you can find me."
And with that, he moved out to the door without a limp, brushing into Lamarck as he left, causing his two crew to cease their less-than-clumsy dancing and follow him out. Coats were quickly grabbed, donned, and buttoned, and then the crew of the Khonsu was off, just as suddenly as they had arrived.
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