LEELA: But will we not seem out of place at your summit? I warn you, I am not wearing your shiny, chafing city-clothes for seven days.

ROMANA: I don’t want you to. This is an undercover assignment.

LEELA: Oh?

ROMANA: And you will blend in beautifully just as you are.

ROMANA: My greetings to you, delegates. I regret deeply that already the serious work of this committee is degenerating into petty squabbling, and that Gallifrey should be dragging it deeper into the jingoistic mire. If we can chart the universe from an incandescent atom to a final fiery crunch, it is to be hoped that we can outgrow such childish patriotism. This is an historic moment, delegates. We may have mastery of time, but time will ever judge us.

K9: Affirmative. I am programmed in three levels of dance instruction. Beginners, intermediate, and specialise–

LEELA: No thank you, K9. I shall dance the fire dance of the Sevateem, though many years have passed since I last… I remember it still. I will not let Lexi die, K9. Tonight, I shall watch Flinkstab with the eyes of a hunting bird. He shall not strike.

ROMANA: I’m really not quite as bad as you would paint me, Leela.

LEELA: No. My spirit is simply angry. So much has happened to me, so much death hovers around us, and yet nothing was avenged.

ROMANA: Because it didn’t happen.

LEELA: But it did! I know that words mean little here, but when even actions count for nothing… when the things we live through, that shape us, can be wiped away like footprints in dust, changed, then where is the meaning?