The man who called himself the Doctor sprang up as if the previous scuffle, if one could legitimately call it that in all seriousness, had been nothing, and<strong>that</strong>caused Mollie to start and take a step beck. But the man had her by the shoulders then, asking questions in rapid fire. It was almost as if he didn't care about the answers. Either that, or he knew the answers already. Yes, it seemed he knew the answers already.<br/><br/>Mollie stood there looking slightly shell-shocked, eyes wide and lips slack. She had been about to answer his questions, but then he asked the question that most women loathed. Her nose wrinkled, but she answered just as the room began to shake.<br/><br/>"Just about 55 kilos…wh-? Oh."<br/><br/>She turned from the Doctor about halfway, pulling one of her shoulders out from under his grasp. Her eyes traveled the room, making sure that everyone was through an exit already or near enough, not even thinking of herself for the moment. Heh. Maybe she actually<strong>was</strong>a hero.<br/><br/>"Christ!" she cried out as the cracks spread further along the floor. "I hope you have a bloody plan!"