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Idris stepped out of the TARDIS, with a bright smile on her face.
“No point in arguing with myself,“ she sighed. “I’ll never be able to tell myself where to go.”
Now to find out where she was. An alley. Okay… She tapped a man’s shoulder. “Where and when am I?“

Turning around to face the woman who just emerged from a blue box, he brought a small smile up onto his features, "London.” he answered casually, “Might I ask, what are you doing out here when you should be at a ball or some other formality.” He complimented graciously, mainly keeping his eyes on the open doors of the TARDIS behind her as he slowly tilted his head to the side.