It was an ordinary Tuesday. Or, rather, as ordinary as it can be in a town that wasn't your own and a time that wasn't your own. Actually, Tonks had adjusted rather well to that sort of thing. Or she was trying to. Getting a job would probably help that.
So that was why she was out and about, hair a moderately normal colour of blonde. For now. And while she was walking, some tune in her head, she was looking around. And saw Ianto Jones.
"Oy! Wotcher, Ianto!" She said cheerfully, coming over to say hello properly.