Her eyebrows rose with panic, and nervously, she looked around the park for anyone who might have heard. Fortunately, they seemed to be alone for the moment. Mary Poppins had lived on Earth long enough to know that many humans did not take kindly to the unusual. Particularly when the “unusual” consisted of a centuries-old alien. Besides that, she knew quite well, along with being positive that he knew quite well, that humans were not yet supposed to know that extraterrestrial aliens even existed at all, much less that they were walking among them.
She had been careful during her time here, and to see him so casually, even vaguely imply such a thing in public, caught her off guard. She shook her head, disapproving, and murmured, “Reckless…”
Mary Poppins took a deep breath. Seeing him at all brought on a deeply complicated mix of emotions, and with the stress of the moment added to it, she was only perhaps one sentence away from completely losing her composure. She allowed herself another breath, and clutched her bag of raspberry jam cakes a bit closer to her chest, forgetting that she was ever hungry to begin with.
“I have been here, Doctor.” Her tone was helplessly snippy, and a little rough with building frustration. Still, in an empty park, she lowered her voice uncomfortably. “I’ve been here for hundreds of years, waiting. Waiting for help. And no one ever came. No one.” She huffed another sigh, frowning. “Now, I sincerely doubt they sent you here for me, and unless you’re planning on assisting me in going home, I really don’t know that there is anything left to discuss.”