Vanessa van der Burgh

Vanessa remains stationary inside the tiny soft-top convertible, observing her niece’s distracted state with amused detachment. She remarks humorously on Tegan’s forgetfulness and offers cursory instructions, functioning as both witness …

Vanessa remains calmly detached, observing Tegan’s ritualistic behavior with amused patience and offering supportive but gently mocking encouragement while handling the car’s ignition without success.

Vanessa remains standing beside the car, her arms crossed as she observes Tegan’s inspection. Her dry tone and mild mockery undercut Tegan’s competence without physical involvement, exuding amused detachment.

Vanessa lounges with the car handbook, reciting steps aloud with dry amusement while Tegan struggles. Her detached commentary drips with amusement at her niece’s inefficiency, offering just enough advice to …

Vanessa lounges near the car, reading the handbook aloud with casual precision while Tegan does the physical labor. Her tone drips with amused detachment, occasionally punctuating the manual recitation with …

Standing by the car’s hood, Vanessa watches Tegan’s actions with a sardonic half-smile, her arms crossed or resting lightly on the vehicle. She responds to Tegan’s probing with dry, dismissive …

Vanessa stands nearby, leaning against the car with faint amusement, offering wry comments about Tegan’s struggles and the tire’s condition. Her detachment is a carefully maintained shield, deflecting both practical …

Vanessa lounges against the car, watching Tegan’s efforts with playful skepticism. She wields sarcasm as a shield against practicality, offering jabs at outdated ideas of chivalry and proposing old-school solutions …

Vanessa remains outside the TARDIS, actively engaged in the argument with Tegan about the flat tyres. Her dry observations and detached demeanour highlight the contrast between the TARDIS’s otherworldly troubles …

Vanessa remains seated in the lay-by, physically disengaged from the car repair but verbally engaged with Tegan. She offers dry, detached remarks that highlight her preference for minimal effort and …

Vanessa van der Burgh stands frozen in the lay-by, her confident posture slackening as she gapes at the police box. Her voice betrays a rare flicker of alarm as she …

Vanessa stumbles backward in shocked retreat from the police box's emanating evil laughter, her usually detached composure shattered by primal fear. She instinctively seizes a makeshift weapon and positions herself …

Vanessa van der Burgh is spoken of in past tense after her murder, representing a human casualty of the Master’s rampage. She is invoked emotionally through Tegan’s grief, serving as …