There were some aspects about Missy that you found particularly odd. Her skin seemed too pale, her teeth too sharp, and her ears too pointy, and at times you could have sworn that her usually blue eyes were red. You chalked all of this up to her being an alien. Oh, how wrong you were.

The afternoon started off normal. You were sitting together in the TARDIS lounge, Missy sipping her weirdly viscous seeming wine. At some point, she stood up and left to go grab something, and that’s when you decided to inspect her drink. You swirl it around in the cup, and when you smell it, you realize it smells far too metallic to be wine.

“What are you doing?”

You whip your head around to see Missy standing in the doorway, looking at you curiously. Her eyes seem redder again.