Six of one, half a dozen of the other, really. There might not have been a bunch of demons waiting for them after the TARDIS landed...but usually there were monsters. There were always monsters. It was just a matter of when they'd turn up.
But since it seems to him that she at least somewhat gets the idea of what he's trying to explain, he leaves it at that for the moment. Instead he settles back into his seat, not sure yet if his explanation's going to turn into a story, but deciding he might as well get comfortable either way.
"It was after the battle of Culloden - ah, don't know how much you'd know about that one, but the short version is the English won and we'd lost. I was with the Laird, who'd been injured, and his son and daughter. We'd taken shelter in a wee cottage not far from the battlefield, and the Doctor and two people he was with wound up stumbling into the same place we were, more or less. The Doctor was lucky, though. If he'd not said he'd been able to help the Laird, we'd as likely never given them a chance to prove they weren't there to kill us."
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But since it seems to him that she at least somewhat gets the idea of what he's trying to explain, he leaves it at that for the moment. Instead he settles back into his seat, not sure yet if his explanation's going to turn into a story, but deciding he might as well get comfortable either way.
"It was after the battle of Culloden - ah, don't know how much you'd know about that one, but the short version is the English won and we'd lost. I was with the Laird, who'd been injured, and his son and daughter. We'd taken shelter in a wee cottage not far from the battlefield, and the Doctor and two people he was with wound up stumbling into the same place we were, more or less. The Doctor was lucky, though. If he'd not said he'd been able to help the Laird, we'd as likely never given them a chance to prove they weren't there to kill us."