"I know exactly what you mean," she said with perhaps more feeling in her voice than she’d intended. The tropical concoction she’d acquired was starting to do its job, thanks to the bit of ginger extract she’d added to the mix and some good, old-fashioned Time Lord willpower.
Her gaze drifted up to the narrow strip of glass that arched over the bar, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the stars if you happened to be seated at the correct angle. She looked wistful for a moment before visibly collecting herself and switching to a wry grin to face her companion again.
"Whenever obligation forces me to return to my own homeworld, I’m swiftly reminded of all the reasons I left it behind in the first place. I make it a practice to avoid such visits if at all possible."
That sounded like it struck a chord, but exactly the kind of chord people didn’t write opera around. Frobisher took a long breath, puffing out his cheeks slightly as he considered a less volatile subject of conversation. Nothing came to mind.
"If ya don’t mind me askin’, that have anythin’ to do with the expression on your face before I came over here?"