One of the benefits of being as well-travelled and as experienced with traps as the Doctor is, it is very difficult to catch him if he doesn't want to be. He has a staff today. His regeneration stasis is less than comfortable today, and with the snow, well, it was needed to keep him balanced. Good thing too, as the staff is what falls into the snow trap rather than him.
At the sound of the voice, the Doctor yanks out the staff and looks to find a man coming toward him. He tilts his head in thought for a moment before replying.
"A Gauntlet." He realises perhaps his word choice may be less than perfect. "I mean in the sense of gloves, or mittens, or some other term in the hand covering genre. Sorry, I've got over 5 billion languages, it's hard to narrow down to which specific word you deem to be the precise answer."
And even if the Doctor is wrong according to the other man, it would answer all the qualifications presented.
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At the sound of the voice, the Doctor yanks out the staff and looks to find a man coming toward him. He tilts his head in thought for a moment before replying.
"A Gauntlet." He realises perhaps his word choice may be less than perfect. "I mean in the sense of gloves, or mittens, or some other term in the hand covering genre. Sorry, I've got over 5 billion languages, it's hard to narrow down to which specific word you deem to be the precise answer."
And even if the Doctor is wrong according to the other man, it would answer all the qualifications presented.