"Oh trust me bombs are the least of mine and your problems now." The President muttered indicatively. The fact that she hadn't said 'our' made it clear that the two of them weren't in this together. Or at least she didn't want them to be. "You need to leave. Now."<br/><br/>"Who says I'll let your companion leave?" The man had slick dark black hair, was wearing a worn leather jacket with chains all around it. However while looking like the average 20th century punk, he also managed to look very professional and ice cold. With a chill, the President realized how much he looked like the ninth regeneration of the Doctor. Yet the face was all different.<br/><br/>"Because you have no reason to keep him." She retorted. "You can get all the positive qualities of a human by assimilating a time lord. Human technology and biology is inferior you know that. Their only advantage is the sheer number of them." Of course, humans were funny little creatures to observe. In her opinion, Human emotion and society was perhaps the most amazing phenomenon in the universe. However it wouldn't help the Styxians. They only absorbed physical traits.<br/><br/>"Because then your little companion will just run off and phone the doctor"<br/><br/>"He's not my companion." She grit her teeth "Leave Thomas. Before you get involved"<br/><br/>The humanoid lunged. Turning into a large bat like creature. Quickly, Claire whipped out her gun and shot it. The bullet tore through the creature and it staggered, falling down. However already it was starting to get back up. She turned around ran towards the entrance of the hanger, grabbing Bish's wrist. "On second thought. Run."